trust my intuition

Trusting my intuition isn’t something I do once and then forget about, but now that I’m in the habit of going with my gut and trusting my instincts, I’m going to mark this off.

Before I do, however, let me explain why I think trusing intuition is so important. All day long, at work, at play, running errands, and just sitting back and resting, intuition evaluates our experiences. When something didn’t seem right, maybe it was the way somebody shifted their eyes when they told us something, or maybe something they did or said contradicted with a piece of information we encountered through a third party, our intuition gives us a warning. Whether we heed the warnings or ignore them determine how sensitve we are to them in the future.

Trust is alot like a winning lottery ticket—everyone wants one and everyone has their own method of trying to find one, but very few people actually manage to take home the jackpot.

I’ve often wondered why this is. Since so many people would love to be in a relationship where they were loved, trusted, and understood, why is trust so difficult to procure?

I believe that part of the answer lies with the cumulative aspect of trust. Both trust and distrust share this quality that makes each success and each failure apply to every consecutive exchange. Because of the aggregate facet of trust and distrust, many people, slammed hard in the heart by some insensitive asshole, never manage to build sufficient reserves of trust. Each hurt they endured plays to a sellout crowd on the synaptic screen of their mind.

This is how it is for me anyway. Trusting myself means that I have to give tacit trust to those around me too, and while I desire to do this from a solely intellectual standpoint, I find it nearly impossible from deep down inside.

The good news in all this, is that I am finally aware of the connection between trusting myself and trusting other people. I can finally give myself the valuable gift of trust even if those around me don’t prove trustworthy.