Instincting with Tommy J

No posts last week because I was in Virginia doing some research and other academic stuff that you non PhDers out there wouldn't understand...this is code for trying to sound smart when in actuality I’m a complete dufus.

If you haven't walked the grounds of the University of Virginia, then you haven't truly experienced a college campus before. It's actually sin to call UVA a campus. The "Grounds" is what Thomas Jefferson called it so that is the way it will always be. Graduation had just occurred so there wasn't a soul on campus when I went for my morning jog. It was just me and Thomas Jefferson hanging out on the Lawn. Something about the campus--oops I mean the Grounds--puts you in a reflective state of mind. For the next couple of hours I kept jogging while my mind did it's own little puppet dance. I was half thinking and half going on instincts. The word "instincting" isn't in the dictionary, but it does show up on a Google search 290 times. Only 18 of those aren't omitted by Google and of the 18 only about 10 use the word genuinely. I guess I can't claim it as my word, but I am approximately the 11th person to think of it. Not too bad when compared to 6 billion other people out there who could have beat me to the punch.

Instincting is that perfect place between letting our gut instinctual reactions getting the best of us and over analyzing a problem. Maybe when we mix our instincts with our thinking we end up making some of our better decisions? Some of the decisions I have made in life that have required instincting:
1. Getting married...good choice.
2. Going to graduate school...good choice.
3. Having kids…good choice.
4. Moving to San Diego...good choice.
5. Moving to Utah...yet to be determined.

If I'm a betting man I'll say moving to Utah is going to be a good thing. Both my instincts and my thinking tell me so.