Trusting Your Instincts

For lasting joy you have to learn to trust your instincts for a sense of what’s best for you.

Your instinct is like a small voice, a sensation beneath the surface that tells us to pay attention.
We are the only animals on this planet that deny and ignore our instincts. Do you remember a time when you went against your gut feeling? Next time you get a “feeling” and don’t know what to do, do nothing.

Quiet your mind so you can listen to that small, still voice.

Usually composed and capable, we don’t want to burden others with our worries or loneliness. Still, we can’t block out those feelings. Please call someone and give them a chance to do something for you, even if it’s just to be a listening ear.

Luckily, spending time with friends can chase away that loneliness and even nourish your soul. Friends are angels and when you bring them into your life, they brighten everything with their playfulness and love.

How often in our daily lives have we put conditions on our happiness? When we get older, retire, pay off the mortgage, get the children grown – then we will find the time to do what we want.

I’m often too serious and get too involved in my projects. That is when my friends rescue me with some fun and laughter.

I saw this plaque while shopping with my friends from “Chicks Night Out” (ladies that have lost a loved one and get together for some social time).

“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.”

I stopped and asked myself, “So, am I dancing in the rain?” I think I am. I do know that I try to be more committed to taking time to recognize and be grateful for the immense blessings that are around me.

Thanks to friends and family I celebrate my blessings more. Yes, one step at a time, I’m learning to dance in the rain but I would never have gotten to that place without learning to trust my instincts.

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  1. Janice B Berry

    Since moving to this 55+ Mobile Home Park there are many here that are widows and widowers. Plus my sister was a widow just 5 months before me. Being with people that are on my life raft, if you will, makes me feel less alone. I am starting to trust my instincts and am feeling safe. Being with my husband always made me feel safe. After he died I was terrified. Even though I was in a very safe neighborhood and the crime rate was virtually non-existent, I was afraid. At first I slept with every light on for a the first few months. Then I was still afraid so I bought door jams, a pole with rubber top and bottom and adjusts to door handle and floor. I even let our Yorkie sleep on our bed, which my husband would have been awe over. But she peed on my bed so back to her crate for the night. I now sleep with just a few night lights and a small lamp in the office on. I have always had night lights on at night so I feel normal in that respect. I do have my doors locked at all times and I am very cautious about opening my door to strangers. I haven’t had a “Chicks Night Out” as yet, however I am working my way towards it.

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