Monday, June 15, 2009
I thought I wanted to know what would happen on "Grey's Anatomy," and so I "cheated" and surfed the Internet until I learned ahead of time that George and Izzy would both be killed off.
Ruined the whole finale for me.
I thought I wanted to know what would happen with my book, so I consulted a really amazing astrologer. Twice. First time gave me a false sense of "knowing" that nearly crippled me, and then I went back for more. To be fair, if I really listened to the reading with ears wide open, I'd probably hear more "truth," but I have been listening for what I wanted to hear, and it's messed me up.
I thought I wanted to know what someone was saying about me behind my back, so I found out. Wrong. Much happier not knowing. There's a reason I have a back, and it's a good place for those conversations to take place.
I've decided I simply don't want to know what's coming around life's corner. I don't want to know if and when my book is going to get picked up. I don't want to know what people think about me, unless they feel the need to tell me directly. I just don't need to know a lot of things.
This I know.