Like a song on repeat (my favorite to listen to right now over and over again is Antarctica by the Weepies) I hear the words, trust yourself. Listen to that small voice inside you that says yes or enough or wait or run. In a world where everything is sped up and there is always noise in our backgrounds we need to remember our instincts.
We are born with them. Parents, friends, teachers and strangers make deposits adding to what we’re born with. Good or bad and in between we’re padding our instincts.
We grow up and there’s baggage, marriage, kids, and jobs. Our instincts guide us in our problem solving and decision making. They soften our hearts when we hear, he’s the One. Our instincts make a strong appearance when we have our children – when we would do anything to protect them. Instincts urge us to go for it. They are a gift.
Life happens to us. It just does. We’re consumed with the routine. The daily grind. Our instincts become blurry. They get old. They lose their edge. They’re muddied with shoulds and pleases. Instead of trusting that voice we’re nice. We say, “That would never happen” or “I’m making too much out of this” or “Okay.” We’re polite. We’re tactful. We dismiss our instincts as fear and God knows we shouldn’t let our fear rule us.
Over the last few weeks, like that song on repeat, I am reminded to listen. Fear doesn’t drive me. My heart does. But if something at the back of my mind, and it might be way back there, is whispering, don’t do this. If there is fear…concern…caution…whatever label you want to stick on it it’s telling me something. Even if it’s barely breathing I need to pay attention.
I can’t forget my instincts. Moreover, I need to hone them. They deserve my respect. They have steered me in the right direction before. They’ve earned a voice. And I need to listen.
In Amy Butler pillows to be precise. I am swept up in Amy Butler anything actually. I am loving these patterns and colors. I need some pillows for my new couch and I think something like this would be perfect.