I got to work early this morning, and felt great about it, that is, until I realized that I couldn’t remember whether or not I had unplugged my flat iron. Even though I was 90% sure that I had, the possibility of a small fire paralyzed my thinking enough to force me to clock out and drive the 45 minute round trip home to double-check.
Sure enough, my flat iron was unplugged, just as I was almost certain that it was. Fear is a powerful thing, as my fear that my gut feeling not to be trusted this morning outweighed any logic. And, while I regret having unncessarily “wasted” an hour of my busy Monday morning, I am grateful for the reminder that our guts are in fact trustworthy.
Trust yourself, your gut knows more than you think it does.