I’ve overridden my subtle inner guidance approximately 32 832 452 times. And not a single one of those went well.
When I called Michelle she told me that not only did her husband have covid, she'd just returned from the vet because her dog had an ear infection!
‘Hang on, so you can drive?’
‘I can, but I can’t get in and out of the car without help. Can you please take me to physio if I wear a mask?’.
‘No. But how about I hire you some crutches so you can get in and out of the car by yourself?'
The next day I got another text: Michelle was covid positive.
Did my guidance stop me driving her so I didn’t catch covid?
Maybe. Or it might have been about something else. The truth is, I don’t need to know.
Before I learned to trust my guidance, I wanted insurance from the universe; a guarantee that if I did what my wisdom was asking, things would work out as I'd hoped.