CVS Psychic

Hair dye, nail polish, crazy glue, birthday card and gum. I repeat these words over and over in my head like a song. Don’t want to forget anything. Without a list, I know I’ll wind up with a basket full of makeup I don’t need, along with random things like tiny stuffed teddy bears and jellybeans. Stick to the list. Focus.

Standing in the nail polish aisle, comparing two very similar colors, I host an internal debate regarding the difference between them, one too pale, the other too grey and corpse-like. I go back and forth, finally settling on the least expensive tiny bottle in a shade between the two.

It’s at that moment that I feel her stare. Looking up from the nail polish rack, I see a petite woman, with sharp darting eyes standing in front of me. Wearing a black wool coat, purple handbag on arm, she’s a throwback to 1968. Her dyed matte black hair is perfectly coifed into a modest bouffant. She wears a red faded lipstick. Cautiously stepping closer, she let’s me know that she’s a psychic. She tells me that I have a very strong aura. I think, oh no, here we go….the psychic scam. Been there, done that. However, I am curious as to what message she might have for me.

She tells me that there is someone I have unfinished business with, and that I need to let it go. I do a quick scan over the past and, of course, there’s a lot of unfinished business back there, but I can’t think of anything that critical. I nod and tell her I’m good, I think I’ve resolved those things. She continues to stare. Then she pauses to pick up a lipstick. Holding it up, she tells me, in a heavy Brooklyn accent, how these long wearing lipsticks always make her lips dry. I let her know I’m a makeup artist, and I offer some suggestions. She tells me I have a very creative aura.

I thank her, turning to head down the aisle, making my stealthy escape. Around the corner I pause, momentarily distracted by a row of mascaras. I feel it again, she’s in front of me now. She tells me I am going to need to make a decision very soon. In my head, I’m thinking, yeah, we all make decisions every day. Case in point,  I can’t even decide which nail color to buy. But, she emphasizes that I need to make the best decision for myself, and not to let others influence that choice. I thank her for the advice, and I carry on towards the hair dye section.

As I wait in line for the register, I realize it’s saturday night, and I’m in a CVS in Burbank. I feel a wave of self-pity sweep over me. Let it go, I tell myself, let it go. You’re free. You don’t have to answer to anyone. You can stay in this store all night if you want. Self-doubt creeps in. Insecurity takes over. The psychic’s comments float through my mind. “Need to let go of something, creative aura, make a decision.” Maybe I ought to heed her advice. As I make my way across the lonely parking lot, carrying the plastic bag with my hair dye, nail polish, crazy glue, birthday card and gum, I know that I do need to let go of some things from the past, and it is time to make some serious decisions regarding my future. I embrace my creative spirit, and quietly thank the CVS psychic for her advice.

A Brush with Destiny

A brush with destiny…Is it destiny? We are each born unique individuals, which in itself is an absolute miracle. We share DNA with family members, but none of us is the same as another human being. Not now, not ever before, and never again will there be another you. Think about it. Incredible. 

Even with all of our genetic material, and our natural physical, mental and emotional capabilities, it seems only a few of us are able to manifest our gifts into our lives at full capacity. In fact, for the most part, we get derailed somewhere along the way, either early on or later in life. Some of this due to personal choices, but most of it begins during our formative years.

A small child of maybe 5 years old, hears music on the tv. She starts to dance and twirl in the living room. Her grandfather just wants to drink his beer in peace. He, a man of few words, suddenly blurts out in a hard monotone voice “who do you think you are, Miss America?’. The child stops dancing, shrinks down to the floor, turning red. Shamed. Shamed for doing what she felt passion for. This moment, however unintentional, has been a pivotal moment in her life. She feels self consciousness creep in, along with insecurity and self-doubt.

This type of scenario plays out daily, whether at home, at school or out in public. Parents, and others, shame their children for their interests. One strong put-down can affect a child for life. Of course, some individuals are far more resilient than others, a few of these lucky ones even take the “put-down” as a challenge to pursue their dreams with even more gusto….sort of “I told you so” attitude. However, not all children are so strong. I have met so many people along the way, who never were able to maximize their potential as human beings. It’s sad to me and seems like such a total waste. It usually stems from their parents or caregivers insecurities, and their own self-limiting beliefs. All of this is simply food for thought.

Hopefully, if you are lucky enough to have children or influence upon them, you will accept your role as an honor, and offer support and encouragement, rather than insults and doubts. See children for who they are. They are not you. They are unique beings with their own destiny. Please don’t crush their spirits before they have a chance to fly.