Just this afternoon I had a wonderful conversation with my good friend, Jill. Out of that came the decision to start getting more personal in my blog posts. You know, sharing my experiences living my life intuitively day in day out, minute by minute. Well, I guess the Universe thought this was a fantastic idea, and within two hours provided me with an example.
But first, we must back up in the story.
Two weekends ago, I started attacking the chaos in the basement. I got so excited, I even washed the basement stairs. I noticed that some big ‘ol nails were sticking up on the bottom step. The little voice inside said “Eliza, hammer those nails back down right now.”
But, I didn’t.
This past weekend, I went through all our paint cans. I put a dozen of them on the basement steps to be taken to the Hazardous Waste Depot. I then proudly posted a photo on Facebook of all my hard work. Betsy, from Passing Thru, commented with this simple statement “Dangerous on those steps!” The little voice inside said “Eliza, she is absolutely right. Bring all those cans upstairs.”
But, I didn’t.
You see where this is going, don’t you?
Yep, I went down those basement stairs, carefully avoided the paint cans, and by doing so stepped on that big ‘ol nail.
I yelled out a bad word. Yes, I did.
So, here I am, Eliza Fayle, intuitive mentor. The woman who advocates listening to your intuition day in day out, minute by minute, and I ignored my inner voice not once, but twice. I am consoling myself with the thought that surely to goodness dentists occasionally got to bed without brushing their teeth. Everybody gets lazy.
I got lazy. I also got a painful reminder that it is important to listen to the little things. All the time.