Husband was reading the sale ads in the Sunday paper yesterday. "Don't buy any tax software yet," I told him. "I'm pretty sure I'm going to win us some this year."
He looked up and grinned. "You don't believe me, do you," I said.
"Nah, and I'm going to remember so I can tease you when you don't!"
Well, guess what, Husband dear -- I just won Tight Fisted Miser's giveaway for (you guessed it). (Thanks so much, Andy!) Even though I enter plenty of contests online, I pretty much know when my entry will be successful.
Is it intuition? ESP? One cousin attributed this ability to sense things as 'kenning,' or knowing, a gift from our Irish heritage. (She also thought it may have contributed to the many good writers and storytellers on my mother's side of the family.)
Perhaps it's just instinct. But I do believe strongly that you should listen when that little voice urges you to take a closer look at something...or enter this or that contest...or leave for work later in the day. I cannot think of one time that a strong instinct to do something -- or contact someone -- or warning me against someone, a company or investment -- wasn't right in the long run.
Like the Ford stock.
There's only one exception to this 'rule:' I had always felt I would not live to see 50. Obviously, that wasn't true...I'm 52 and counting! But that contributed to finishing some important things, and setting up others -- plus I spent time telling people I loved that I loved them. (I wanted them to know, not just assume it.) I'm grateful to still be here, and every moment after 50 just seems like a gift.
Do you ever have moments of intuition that have proven right...or wrong?
Oh, and by the way -- our next big storm is on its way in. Right now. Oh goody.