Today I spent time thinking about intuition and how often I ignore it. Jung believed that intuition is one of the natural ways we understand the world, even before we find the words. And when I look back, I can see moments when my inner voice tried to guide me but I was too unsure to trust it.
There were times when something felt wrong but I convinced myself to stay.
Times when something felt right but I was too scared to move forward.
Times when I sensed someone’s true intentions even before they showed it.
Times when my heart whispered the truth long before my mind accepted it.
My intuition has always been there, gentle and steady, but I often choose logic, fear, or the opinions of others over what I feel deep inside.
Today I practiced listening. I sat quietly and asked myself what I truly want, not what I should want or what others expect from me. The answer came softly, almost like a warm breeze. I felt a pull toward honesty, toward inner peace, toward choosing what nourishes me instead of what drains me.
I am realizing that trusting my intuition is not about being certain. It is about being connected to myself. It is about honoring the quiet knowing inside me that has always tried to protect me.
Maybe trusting myself is something I will learn slowly. But today, I took a small step by listening. And that already feels like a beginning.
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