The Rumbles

Sometimes I hate my gut feelings.

They are usually almost always right, and they never tell me something I want to hear. Well, ok maybe sometimes they do. Like that time that Molly was drinking an INSANE amount of milk and I totally just knew that she was pregnant....two to three weeks later her and Jon told me that they were in fact pregnant. That moment, however, is an anomaly. Usually my intuition is shouting in it's snotty little voice telling me that things that I just don't want to hear. So, more often than not, I ignore the advice. I stick my tongue out, make an equally snotty remark, and then continue doing what I want.

I'm not sure why I do this. If I would just listen, yeah at first it would be crappy, but it would save me so much time, effort, heartache, and stress if I would just freaking listen. I'm told a lot that I give good, practical advice to other people. That comes from somewhere. I know it's good advice, and sometimes I feel sad when my friends choose to ignore that advice. Who am I to judge??? I never listen to that advice either, even though I know in my heart of hearts that it's right.

I want so much to just live, but I feel that some vital piece of information or skill is missing, and I just keep spinning around in circles with no idea of how to stop. So here it goes....

Dear Gut,

I am sorry for disregarding your caring advice in the past. You have never lead me astray when I have actually stopped to pay attention and listen to you. I have treated you with disrespect and derision. Please forgive me, and if I promise to listen from now on, will you please promise not to be such a smart-ass when you tell me "I told you so?" Thanks