Intuition. Babe, is that you?
How connecting with my intuition led me from burnt out to bright.
This time last year I was not in a good place.
An article I wrote about my experience is my 2nd most read article here and looking back on the words on the page, I can remember her & the rawness escaping through my finger key taps - but I don’t feel like her today.
I am no glorious health influencer - nope.
I am not where I want to be in terms of my self care, diet or health by any stretch of the imagination, so please read this in the context it is designed to be received.
But I genuinely mean this - this time last year I was the lowest I’ve been in my adult life and step by step, week by week, month by month I am no longer there despite 2024 being a fucking STRETCH.
To catch you up - you can read the article here:
2023: The Burnout Stretch
Before the internet starts sharing its 2023 highlight reels - let me express how lost, uncomfortable & unsure I feel from the year that was - in case you do too.
2024 was a fucking STRETCH
2024 wasn’t any easier.
2024 wasn’t any less stressful or wildly abundant.
2024 broke my heart in new unforgivable ways.
2024 stretched my soul in new and uncomfortable ways.
2024 took more than it gave.
I watched as some friends had the worst year of their lives, unable to do anything for them.
I feared the cruelty of this world, which broke my heart day after fucking day.
But yet, I don’t feel broken as I did 365 days ago.
There’s no big climbing Everest moments or 3 week retreats in the Swiss Alps for me - no, my life isn’t like that.
My life is school runs and head lice and dog hair and VAT returns that break my face so “therapy” must be lived in the little moments.
And the one big abiding lesson this year taught me was:
NOBODY IS COMING TO SAVE YOU
YOUR INTUITION IS YOUR SAFETY
That Little Gut Feeling:
I’ve always had a good intuition.
As a child I would read the room, searching for the vibe which told me what was needed from me. I’d stay quiet. I wouldn’t make a scene. I would scan for safety and meet people where they were at.
My intuition would battle with my insecurities for control.
Motherhood changed that. My boobs, not a clock told me when to feed my baby.
Their cries, not a book told me what they needed.
Our skin to skin told them I loved them.
It was intuitive and like wifi, a connection nobody else could see but I knew existed as communication flowed. And I couldn’t give a shit about anyone who suggested