Trust is such a strange word; it almost implies that you have to put yourself out there on a limb. I have noticed lately that the person for years that I trusted the least was me and after getting to know who I was, I slowly started taking my word as “gold”.
I had second guessed myself for so long when I was young, if I felt something was wrong; my brain would automatically start its “logical talk down” of how I was feeling.
I always got burned. Always.
What I started to do unconsciously is listen to my feelings, and over the last few years I have begun to trust myself without even knowing it. When I meet someone that I “feel” is not a good person for me to be around, I wait, and they always prove me right. If I feel I should not be in a situation, I leave, and I always hear stories of what went wrong. See, I believe it is our gut that is our first instinct.
You know, it is not always used to detect bad now. When I meet someone that I feel like I have a connection to, I go with it, I trust myself. I met my friend Tracey that way. A few of my friends were going for a “drink” at one of our local watering holes, and when I got there, ordered a glass of wine, and sat down, they all wanted to go somewhere else. I am no stranger to sitting somewhere alone, so I said go. They left and before you knew it I was in a great conversation with a complete stranger. I enjoyed her conversation, and strangely knew that I would be friends with her for a long, long time. I was right, we have lunch once a week now, and thank goodness I trusted myself.
Trust yourself above all others.
My heart is with you on your journey, the heart that I trust.
Lizzy
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