I’m a big believer in listening to your gut, your instinct, that voice inside your head—however we refer to it.
In fact, I can remember distinct instances when I listened to my intuition and immediately after I was glad I did.
I can also remember other times when I brushed aside my voice, only to regret it some time later.
Overall though, I consider myself lucky. I am a person who asks for signs or guidance and I feel blessed that I receive them whether it’s through dreams, physical signs, some of my daily rituals or just that voice in my head telling me something I need to hear.
But the other day I had a realization. Yes, I listen to the voice in my head, but I think I am picking and choosing when to—which defeats the purpose. Your intuition isn’t like getting advice from a friend where you can take what you want, and leave the rest the behind.
Your intuition is there to constantly guide you—in big ways and in little ones. So only listening to it sometimes—when it suits your mood—is like rejecting a specially picked, beautifully wrapped present someone is handing you.
A few days ago I dropped off my mother, who was going away for the weekend to visit my brother and his family, at the bus station. I got out of my car, helped take her bags out and we said goodbye.
I got back in my car and started to drive away. I heard the voice.
Park the car and go inside to wait with her.
I slowed down. That was odd. Her bus would be leaving in ten minutes—not a long wait.
The voice repeated… Park the car and go inside to wait with her.
I looked around. The bus station seemed quiet. I was sure she would get her seat okay.
So I left.
Two minutes later, my mother called me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, instantly frantic.
A second later my best friend was on the phone. It turned out she was at the bus station with her two daughters (one of whom is my goddaughter), her niece and her parents.
Even funnier? They were all taking the same bus as my mother! They too were going away for the weekend. I heard about the trip months ago so I had forgotten what weekend it was.
I was bummed to miss them all! I couldn’t believe the coincidence.
That’s when I remembered the voice in my head, and I got mad at myself!
Why hadn’t I listened to my intuition? I thought about it for a while. Eventually an answer came to me.
I am more likely to listen to my intuition when it’s alerting me of danger. Had the voice told me to go back in to see my mother and I had a bad feeling associated with the message, I would have run back in, no question. But because the voice had come in like a soft summer breeze with no sense of urgency, I ignored it.
This really bothered me for the rest of the day. Here I am, someone who is fairly aware and spiritually in tune, yet I had done this.
It made me wonder how many other pleasant coincidences, encounters or divine moments, I am missing out on.
And what’s worse is that if you ignore your intuition enough, it will just drown out more and more. After all, no one likes not being heard.
And so, I am going to try harder. I am going to really try and follow my intuition with more intention. It’s not just about listening. That I can do with no problem. It’s about really hearing and absorbing and doing—even if it feels unimportant, especially if it feels unimportant.
Because who knows? Maybe those are the moments that are more significant than we could know.
Thank you for the message. As annoyed at myself as I was that day, I am glad I realized it and can work on this.
I am excited to see where my intuition will take me next.