On listening to your gut

Good morning gorgeous! Grab a hot cup of coffee and a comfy spot, it's time for our weekly catchup. The 5 years of winter we've been blanket-forting and bathroom-crying our way through is almost done! We deserve it, these past few days were both a kick in the teeth and a lesson in Trump Teflon nonsense. Nothing bloody sticks to that guy. Before we dig in, a bit on intuition.

Your gut knows. It knows when you’re working hard at a job that isn’t right for you. When you’re being undervalued. When the path isn’t right. It knows when the person you’re in a relationship with isn’t aligned with your soul, or when it’s time to make a change.

Our gut is our internal GPS.

It's trying to guide us well. It’s the tiny voice in your head that whispers this feels right, or hell to the no, bitch. It reads people really well. It’s the part on a first date that whispers this dude is batshit, get the fuck outta here, Karen. It calls us on our bullshit. It is aligned with our subconscious needs. It recognizes patterns before we can. It isn’t always rational, but it is usually right. It’s trying to show us the path and to steer us toward happiness.

We mostly ignore it.

Modern life makes it easy to ignore our internal GPS. Alcohol quiets your gut with a woozy calm. Money talks loudly over our intuition and is a false-positive when it comes to success. Food numbs well (inspiration isn't found at the bottom of a bag of Miss Vickie’s, believe me, I’ve looked). We lean into ‘busyness’, telling our gut we just don’t have the time. We seeth at our gut to shut up and stop telling us our truth.

We need to cut that shit out. We need to make time for stillness, to listen closely to what wisdom our intuition has. We already have the answers we seek, we just need to be better listeners. Then, when we know what to do— we have to muster a little courage to just do it.