An Apology to My Intuition

I couldn’t hear you. But it wasn’t just you, my voice wasn’t being heard either. Your nudges were confusing.

It was like you and hope battled all the time but there was never a real victor.

Heart, gut, brain, mind were not in alignment. I wasn’t sure who to believe.

Heat around my neck and down my back that night, sweat beading up on my forehead. When your nudges got deeply physiological I started to listen.

I put myself in these weird situations testing to see if the truth would come out. It didn’t. I was fixated on admission, but it never came. You were right, we were right.

I’m sorry for not listening for so long. I’m sorry for questioning you. I’m sorry I allowed negative energy to permeate me to cause such disfunction.

I’m sorry for not allowing you the freedom to guide in the beautiful way you do.

As a result, we both became less than our full potential.

The answers were there the entire time. But it was blurry and turbulent trying to fly with broken wings.

I know your intentions are pure. I couldn’t have listened to you sooner, there was a lot of noise. I mean a lot was under-processed.

As much as it seems things should have been different, I have no regrets. This is exactly the way it should be.

Keep giving me the nudges. I’m listening. Keep leading the way, I’m patient. Keep shining the light on wisdom, we’re watching.