Over the last several months, I’ve been leaning heavily on logic analyzing, planning, trying to think my way through everything. I told myself it was the responsible thing to do. That being rational, grounded, and methodical was what this season of my life required. So I quieted my intuition. I brushed off those gut feelings, the soft nudges I couldn’t explain. I told myself they were distractions.
But now, looking back, I can see the difference.
When I reflect on the moments that truly moved me forward the breakthroughs, the choices that shaped who I am it was never logic that led me. It was instinct. It was the quiet, inner knowing that didn’t always make sense at the time, but was always right.
And here’s what’s hard to admit: logic, in some moments, has kept me stuck. It made me second-guess what I already knew deep down. It had me looking outward for proof instead of inward for truth.
I’m realizing that intuition isn’t the opposite of logic it’s the deeper layer underneath it. And right now, I’m learning to trust that part of me again.