I guess I realized that I was a practical psychic in the bathtub a couple years ago. I didn't have any plans, but something told me I should shave my legs anyway... Naturally being the heathen I am, I didn't listen to my inkling -- only to get a phone call later in the day demanding that I showed up somewhere in a dress. I kicked myself in the pants for not listening, and swore to myself I would never go out in public with stubble if it were avoidable again.
The inkling still comes back from time to time... but it's always been reserved for similar situations: I'll get the inkling, shave my legs, and then something happens like the bipolarity that is Lubbock weather will take a turn the next morning --- and it'll be just warm enough for me to wear shorts. I originally thought my psychic ability was only reserved for embarrassing leg stubble... until this weekend.
I had spent all Friday stressing about these damn medical forms that were due Saturday, April 10. Come Saturday, I finally finished them - but my job was only half done -- they still were not in the hands of the medical school. I decided that my best bet would be to deliver them to the school personally, so I stapled the forms, and headed off toward the door. And then I had an inkling. Something in me demanded that I go back and grab an envelope. I thought to myself, "oh of course - maybe the secretary won't want loose forms and she'll ask me to put them in something." So, I grabbed an envelope, and headed to the door again. Just as I was turning the knob, the inkling came back. I felt urged to go back to my office and grab a stamp. I agreed to myself, "oh sure, might as well put some stamps in my satchel just in case I need them one day." So that's what I did, and I headed off toward the medical school.
When I got there, after having spent 30 minutes walking through the med school labyrinth, I found the office I needed. It was locked. No way in, no how, no whatever. Feeling a little panicked, I left the building. I decided that I would instead go to the post office and have the letter over-nighted. I figured they probably wouldn't get it until Monday, but they would see that I made an earnest attempt to get it in on time. I high-fived myself for the good idea and drove over to the post office. I understand if you're currently thinking to yourself something along the lines of, "idiot, the post office is closed Saturday." Because yeah, I walked up to the building to find the doors locked.
My innate response to situations like this is to call my mother and ask her what to do. I flipped through my purse for my phone, and EUREKA! There was the envelope and stamp that my bathtub psychic ability told me to grab! I shoved everything in there, labeled it, stamped it, went to the post office box to find that my letter could still be mailed locally that day, and sent the forms off. I was a little shocked at how perfectly it all worked out.
So now I'm thinking that my psychic ability has begun to stop prejudicing against everything except for embarrassing leg hair warnings. While I don't plan on joining any psychic hotlines anytime soon (although I'm sure their abilities are about as juvenile as mine are), I think I'll start listening to my little inklings more often.
Disclaimer: this is not to say that my legs are always shaved in shorts. Even bath tub psychics get lazy... judge me.
