Wednesday, October 23, 2013
So here's a little lesson in following your instincts...again.
I live about 300 miles away from my family, well the close relatives anyways. But I only live 45 minutes from some other extended family.
Yes, this is Texas, where we tell distance in terms of time. Sorry if your state isn't that cool.
About a month or so ago, I was talking to my mom and said, I should go visit the family up there. I haven't seen them in over 10 years.
But as most of my thoughts, I thought of it, but then did not follow through.
Well my great uncle (who lived 45 minutes away) died last Friday. And I never went and visited.
So I did end up getting to see a bunch of my family at the funeral but I didn't get to know my great uncle.
Anyways. It's not like I'm sitting here crying all woe is me over this. I'm just saying it sucks. I should have followed my gut on that one and made some affirmative steps towards going and visiting them before he died. I don't know what I would have learned from it or what the experience would have been, but I'm sure I would have learned something. That's just what happens when I hang out with old people. Which might be why I like them so much.
Maybe there was something really neat I could have learned from him. But I'll never know. So now my goal is to just start listening to my instincts more and to stop fighting it. I don't know why I fight it, but I do. Time to get over that.
I'm choosing a path that my gut and God will lead me down. Because we all know nothing phenomenally great will come of it if I am in charge...