Yesterday shook me. Not just a little. Not in a passing, brush-it-off kind of way. In a deep, soul-level kind of way that stays with you long after the chaos settles.
It started with a birthday happy hour at a coworker’s house—a celebration for a fellow kinder teacher I care about. I wasn’t really in the mood to go. The house wasn’t close, I never drink and drive, and to be completely honest, the social setting already had me on edge. I’m not great in crowds unless I have a drink in hand. That’s just the truth. But I went anyway.
Still, something felt off. My intuition—the quiet but persistent voice I’ve been trying to honor more lately—kept nudging me. You don’t need to go. You don’t want to go. Something doesn’t feel right. I heard it. I ignored it.
And then it happened.
A three-year-old little girl slipped into the pool. Unnoticed. Her mom had just taken her floaties off for a quick snack break inside, and in a flash, the unthinkable happened—right in front of six adults. It was every parent’s worst nightmare. Thankfully, she was rescued and transported to the hospital in time. She’s going to be okay. But still… the what-ifs are haunting.
As I sat with the aftermath last night, my mind drifted again to that nagging feeling I had before the party. That intuitive whisper that I’ve been hearing more and more often these days—not just about the party, but about my life. About how I treat my body. About how much wine I drink. About how I show up for my family.
I recently read something that hit me right in the heart: our intuition is our soul communicating with us. It’s not just a hunch. It’s not just a fleeting feeling. It’s guidance. Wisdom. A sacred knowing. And I’ve been getting better at hearing it—but yesterday reminded me I need to get better at honoring it.
Because here’s the truth: I am a better version of myself when I don’t drink.
Clearer. Calmer. More present. More joyful. More me.
That doesn’t mean it’s easy. It’s not. I still find myself making excuses. Pouring a glass on autopilot. Choosing temporary ease over long-term peace. But after yesterday, I can’t ignore the voice anymore.
My intuition is no longer whispering—it’s yelling. And this time, I’m listening.
Maybe this post is my line in the sand. Maybe it’s a turning point. Maybe it’s just another breadcrumb on the path. But I know this much: I want to honor the woman I’m becoming. I want to treat my body with reverence, not recklessness. I want to trust myself more. Tune in more. And numb less.
So here’s to slowing down. To paying attention. To saying no when something doesn’t feel right. And to saying yes to the kind of life that aligns with peace, presence, and purpose.
Thank you, Universe, for the wake-up call. I’m awake now. I’m ready.
The Manifest Study 