I like to follow my intuition. In fact, it’s become something of a superstition for me. If I have a really strong ‘gut feeling’ that I should do something, I do it.
Pretty simple, right?
Usually. When the intuition is telling you to read a book instead of watching mindless TV, or to order the grilled chicken wrap instead of the bacon cheeseburger with double-battered onion rings, there’s really no excuse not to follow it. But every once in a while, that little instinct tells you to do something that your rational brain tells you that you absolutely should not do. And often, if you’re me, the rational brain wins.
A prime example of this was when that revered little voice in my head that I like to call ‘intuition’ told me to call out sick from work.