I’ve written a lot about instincts and intuition and trusting your gut.
I trust mine and I rely on it often, with people I’ve known forever and those I’ve just met.
Recently my job has taken me out into the public a lot more; I love that. It can be daunting at times: I never know what I’ll get but that’s the part I enjoy the most ~ I’m prepared for anything and often experience just that.
Yesterday was one of those days.
It was a meeting I had second thoughts about attending. There was a small part of me that thought “ahh .. it’s the same old message and the same old people and you have many other things to tend to.” But something told me to go anyways. And so I did.
Driving through the countryside, past houses, farms and fields, I felt myself relax. Looking across the crusty wind-shaped snow, I counted the pivots. The pivots took me back to where I grew up, where massive pivot systems run in circles and water is piped up from rivers and reservoirs across the dusty prairie.
When I arrived at the meeting place, one of the first people I saw was The Grizzly Bear. I’ve written about men like him before, and I run across many on a regular basis: they’re often older than me, experienced, opinionated. Many like to hear themselves talk and be the voice of authority. Others are gracious and welcoming. Some – not so much – that’s fine, there’s room for all of us.
Instead of taking my seat I took a chance and approached the Grizzly. Quietly I asked him about the pivots. His look told me what I knew he’d assumed all along: that I was just some city girl out in the country where she doesn’t belong. I explained that I grew up on a farm and we had pivots, too. Then I inquired as to their water source because I hadn’t seen any large bodies of water around. These simple questions opened a floodgate of information my way and before the meeting began, the unthinkable happened: he smiled at me.
The meeting started and questions from the crowd soon followed. I answered and took notes and did my best to manage the information flow. His posturing was still there and maybe it always will be. But, for once, it was no longer directed at me.
“Instinct is the nose of the mind.” -Delphine de Girardin
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Have you ever felt a “nudge” about someone or something? Do you listen to it?
