In my 27 years on this big ball o'dirt, I have always trusted my instincts.
No matter what.
People would often talk me out of it. Or try to prove me wrong (especially when my instincts gave me negative ideas about them). But I've tried my best to not question myself.
I gotta say, the instincts are almost always right.
I've just recently realized how right they tend to be. When I've gotten bad feelings about things, or somehow knew that something was happening (or going to happen), I did my best to downplay it.
But I was bang on. And through most of my life, these silly little instincts have been right on the money.
It makes me more than a little sad, because it's the "bad feelings" that usually come to be reality.
That's life, I guess.
Hindsight is 20/20, but instincts have foresight. I'll always trust mine.
They tell you the stuff you don't want to admit is real. It's your own personal "sign".
And speaking of signs...
While at a music festival this weekend, I heard (more than once) a few songs that have very personal meaning to me. It was a bit jarring to hear them repeatedly, and all in the same day.
And so my instinct is telling me
that I was supposed to be reminded
of all the things these songs brought back for me.