Precognition...?

Often times, I have little energy in the evenings to do much more than sit and stare at the boob tube, or the computer screen, if there’s nothing on tv. Sometimes, I will go back and read old journal entries. Which can be a mixed blessing.

It’s great to happen upon those really good essays…I can nearly break myself in half reaching around to pat myself on the back…J Then again, I’ve also learned that a couple of glasses of red wine don’t mix well with some of the more gut-spilling old entries… L

This evening, I’ve experienced both the extremes. Plus, I’ve found that I could be downright prophetic. Kind of raises the hair on the back of one’s neck just a little:

March 25, 2005—"I worry that my life is a little unfocused and a tad superfluous at the moment. I’m not accomplishing anything, or really even staying busy. And I’m mindful that my days are getting shorter, and I hate to think that I’m not living them to the fullest. But, I don’t know…I don’t hate my life. I know I need something, but I’m not desperate for it; at least, not most of the time. I almost feel as if I’m in a lull just before something really big is going to happen. Like I should take advantage of this time of peace and solitude because it’s not going to last too much longer. I’m even starting to lean toward not feeling so guilty about not doing anything. I worked my ass off for a lot of years. Maybe I deserve this time of freedom..."

Is there anyone out there who doubts that the Universe speaks, even when we aren’t really listening???