Listening to my intuition

I’ve been trying to listen to my intuition more. It’s not easy a lot of noise in my head lately, in particular from all the kids starting school. I mean, I was so preoccupied about how I was going to feel watching Mini and J start kindergarten, I forgot to think about how it would feel to drop Coupe off for his first day of preschool. 

Brutal. Actually. I guess I wasn’t prepared to walk away from my little boy.

Day 2 of preschool was actually worse. In particular because at the end of the day, I had plans of shopping for his shoes for the wedding next weekend during Mini’s gymnastics class. Except when we were getting ready to leave the studio, my wallet wasn’t in my purse.

I panicked. Neither was my phone. I figured I had just thought they were both in my purse and left them at home. So Coupe and I drove home. Phone, no wallet.

I was sick to my stomach. I felt like I couldn’t think straight. I knew I had it earlier when I made a purchase in the morning, but could NOT remember where I put it afterwards.

While snuggling with the children at bedtime, my skin crawling, I laid in the darkness and began to meditate. I began to try and breathe, focus on letting my intuition SHOW me how to find my wallet. WHERE did I need to look. And how grateful I was going to feel when I finally knew where it was.

When I came downstairs, my husband asked if I had checked Facebook. Maybe someone messaged me. 

Lo and behold, there was a message from a stranger asking if I had lost my wallet and if so, where I could find it. 

At 8:30 at night, I drove to the the office building next to the gymnastics studio, figured out to go in through the loading dock and retrieved my wallet. There are good people in this world. 

Never forget. Your intuition will steer you in the right direction. You just need to be willing to listen.