Sixth Sense

Call it what you will. I think it's a sixth sense. (A "mother" sense? Hmmm. Probably just the Spirit.) And I'm trying to trust it.

It came to my attention a week ago now. Last Saturday while I was gabbing it up with my sis T. I told her I just have a sense that everything will be alright next time. It's not a lasting sense, or even a strong, abiding one. It's a trickling sense. It's a sense with a slow pulse, barely alive. (But the pulse quickens if I concentrate hard.)

It's the same sort of sense I had when I cancelled my HSG test. True, I was initially dissuaded by the price tag: $600 out of pocket. . . but I also just had a sense that I would not have that trouble the next time.

And I didn't.

So, I'm trying to trust this mother sense. Or Spirit. Whatever you wanna call it. I'm trying to believe this sense that keeps trying to convince me that everything will be alright.

~Nichole