I received some fairly general life advice from a seemingly intoxicated women giving walk-up future altering advice from a plastic covered sofa in her living room. I was skeptical at the time, but gave her the benefit of the doubt on some of her highly theatrical omens. Now that it’s been about 18 months, I thought I’d revisit her premonitions to establish her accuracy. I scored my psychic on a scale of one through ten. 1 = no way, 10 = dead on.
In the next year I will attend a large family get together celebrating something good, like a wedding or anniversary. (5/10) Not within a year, but my brother got married about 18 months later. I’ll give her a 5/10 on this one.
I will live until 92. (TBD) I’m not dead yet.
I will not die tragically, but instead in my sleep, peacefully. (TBD) I think it’s really a lot more realistic that I will die from an alien attack. My life is pretty random like that.
My husband is unhappy at work and will soon quit to start his own business. (1/10) Nope. In fact, he got promoted and is enjoying his new position
We will be comfortable with money and have no foreseen financial hardships.(7/10) So far so good.
I will get a promotion at work within the year. (8/10) I did not get a promotion at my former job, but I moved to a different company and now am significantly happier and my career is much more fulfilling.
Interestingly, I recently learned that this psychic is no longer giving consultations out of her cat-filled one story house. Presumably she has retired, or moved or been given a daytime talk show. I guess I’ll have to trudge on through life without these useful peaks into the future.