The purely intuitive-me ignored the fact that my gut is not some pristine oracle whispering eternal truths. It's been shaped by every fear, every trauma, every half-remembered lesson from childhood. Sometimes what feels like wisdom is just anxiety wearing a very convincing disguise.
The next time you're standing at the edge of a decision—ingredients laid out, analysis complete, but something inside you hesitates—try this: Don't rush to pick a side. Instead, get curious about the gap between what makes logical sense and what feels right.