Hello, awesome readers!
Something weird happened earlier this week. I took a shower (that’s not the weird part) and like most days, I pulled out the blow drier to dry my hair. (Still not the weird part). And as I was reaching over to plug in the dryer, I was suddenly struck with a stream of thoughts:
What if I was getting ready for something important, like a meeting, and my dryer died? What would I do? Would I cancel my meeting? I would HAVE to cancel my meeting. I couldn’t go out with a head of half-dried hair! How unprofessional would that be? OH MY GOODNESS! And what if this was an IMPORTANT meeting??? Oh wait! ALL meetings are important. I need to buy a back-up blow dryer. I need to buy a back-up blow dryer TODAY.
Then I shrugged and started blow drying my hair.
Shrugged … because why worry about something that hasn’t occurred or even given an indication of occurring, right?
But then it happened. The freaking thing – my blow dryer – went berserk!!! There were sparks, and fire, and screaming, and Jed galloping up the stairs to see who was murdering me, and when he saw what was going on he started howling and barking and yelling at me and putting his paws in front of his eyes as if to say, “WHAT IS HAPPENING? I CAN’T WATCH THIS. WHY ARE YOU STARTING A BONFIRE IN THE BATHROOM??? AND WHERE ARE THE HOT DOGS???”
So Jed was panicking because WHO HAS A BONFIRE WITHOUT FOOD? I was panicking because I was absolutely certain that my house was about to blow up. And my reflection in the mirror was panicking because … well, let’s face it. Anyone watching would have panicked. It was not a pretty site.
Finally (pronounced: not a moment too soon), I managed to hold the fire-spouting hairdryer away from me with one hand while I reached over to pull the plug with the other hand. The moment was tense. I wasn’t sure if I was about to get electrocuted.
“So this is how my kids are going to find me,” I thought. “Fried and naked on the bathroom floor. I’m a terrible mother.”
I pulled the plug and everything got suddenly quiet. Jed turned around and walked out of the bathroom. (By this time he realized that there would be no hot dogs.) I stood there, paralyzed and unsure of what to do next. And my mirrored reflection silently told me to go put some clothes on. It was during this soundless, eye-of-the-storm moment that I realized that this sudden and unexpected eruption in my day was the strangest of strangeness. Was it really unexpected since I HAD JUST THOUGHT ABOUT IT? Did I predict the future (even if it was only a few seconds into the future)? Or did I just make this happen with my thoughts???
Then I was like, “HOLY CRAP! I CAN MAKE THINGS HAPPEN WITH MY MIND!”
Me. My mind.
Yeah, so this could be a problem.
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