Do you trust your instincts?
Ah, trusty instincts, the unsung heroes of my life’s grand circus. Unequivocally, I trust my gut. From the South Bronx to high school in a completely different universe, my instincts have been my North Star, my unfiltered guide through the chaos. Picture this: a young psychologistmimi, navigating worlds as diverse as spicy curry and bland oatmeal.
Early on, I had to fine-tune my gut instincts like a musician tunes a guitar. It whispered in my ear as I strolled through the bustling South Bronx streets, alerting me to potential pitfalls and leading me to the genuine souls worth laughing with. Then, high school beckoned, a world as alien as a spaceship to a Bronx native. But my gut, oh, it had a map of the cosmos.
In those formative years, my instincts weren’t just a whisper; they were a booming voice in the wilderness of choices. My gut advised me on trust, friendship, and those to steer clear of – a survival guide for the concrete jungle. When it came to college, my gut played the ultimate matchmaker, pointing me to the one that felt like home. And as for career choices, my instincts were the career counselors I never had, nudging me towards a path that resonated with my soul.
Now, fast forward to today, and my gut is still kicking, albeit with a side of acidity. Blame it on the spicy foods and the tomato-based delights that add zest to my life. My gut, a culinary critic in its own right, occasionally rebels against my adventurous palate with a grumble and a laugh – a quirky reminder of the spice-infused journey it’s been on.
Sure, my gut has been wrong a handful of times – a misstep here, a wrong turn there. But let’s be real, who hasn’t had a fashion faux pas or chosen the wrong workplace confidante? It’s part of the human experience. Yet, despite the occasional hiccup, I trust my gut like I trust my ability to find humor in life’s absurdity – wholeheartedly.
Why? Because my instincts, with all their quirks and occasional acid reflux, are as much a part of me as my irreverence and charm. They’re woven into my DNA, the silent architects of my journey. So, here’s to gut instincts, to the internal compass that’s been my guiding force through the symphony of life. Acid reflux and all, I’ll continue to listen to its whispers, trusting that even in times of grand cacophony, my gut knows the way.
Categories: childhood, identity, mental health, Psychology, society
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SMiLes Dear Miriam
As Science Modernly Shows Our
Word Thinking Mind Alone Comprises
About .5 Percent
of All of Who We aRe
Oh Dear Lord Our
Subconscious Minds
From Body to Toe and
So Much More of What
That Comprises in Innate Instinct
And Intuition Potentials And Abilities though
Sadly Lost in A World More Watered Down online
Particularly Without All the Feelings and Senses Beyond
Our Word Think
That Come to
Innate Instinctual
Intuitive Face to Face Interaction
This is Why i Don’t Worry Too much
About AI as It’s Basically Working With
Around .5 Percent of Human Potential For
What Counts Most All the Subconscious Processes
From Head to Toe and Once Again So Very Much More iN
Mysteries
Unfolding
Yet Indeed We Have
to Be More Open
Than Just What
Mechanical Cognition
of Word Think Mired in
Only Abstract Constructs
That Are Very Small Approximations
of All of Reality to Seek and Find for
Real Always
Exploring
More and Oh
Dear Lord as a Middle
School and Younger Young
Lady in the Bronx of New York
Your Spidey Senses Much Be Sharply
Tuned Indeed Working and Managing
A Military Bowling Center Full of Civilians
And Military From Around the World Surely
Provided More Education ThiS WaY of Greater
Human Potentials and Abilities of Innate Instinct
And Intuition Than 3 Degrees and 19 Years of Formal
School Ever Did
Except for the
Extracurricular Activities
of Course Far Removed
From Only Lectures and Books…
Anyway the UNiVeRSiTY of Bowling
Alley So Colorful Indeed For 18 Years
Hehe for Developing So Much More Gut
Instinct Innate
And
Intuitive
For Real
With SMiLes
As Opposed to Dating Apps and the
Such Limited to Online Where That
May End up Being a Grab Bag of
Swiping What a Person Never
Expects
to REALLY
REALLY Get
With only
.5 Percent
or So of the
Whole Human Equation
True There is the Rest of Nature
too Nature Intelligences Both Human
And Other is What We’ve Used Most
Surviving
Thriving
Since
the
Origin of Us
Deep Deep Deep
Within For All We Inherit
Born Naked Enough Whole
Complete to Adapt to Challenge and Grow…
Key is Not Devolving And in Some Ways What
Modernity Suggests is Progression is Actually Devolving…
AHa!
And That
is WHere
Our Inherited
Wisdom All Innate
Instinctual Intuitive
Yes Deep Within Comes
Out to Play IF We Give it
More Than Motel 6 At Night Room hehe..:)
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Must be nice to have had so many choices.
I probably had far more than I realized, but was limited in my PERCEPTION of that – there were so many potential hazards ‘out there’ that I somehow acquired the reality that I shouldn’t try to stray from the paths my parents pointed out as safe (except educationally, where they were singularly unable to guide me, and where I did fine by myself).
Whatever I might have been naturally, the constrained present me is more fearful than I’d like – with probably far fewer ‘mistakes’ in my past.
It is hard being the eldest. And my natural tendencies were made worse by books always being safe, so I hid in them.
I could change things now – my parents aren’t even here any more – but chronic illness is its own kind of straightjacket, and I don’t have the energy.
Sometimes I wonder.
And always it goes into my fiction.
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If I trust my gut it often turns into epic tragedy. My gut is not trustworthy.
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