I once bought a laptop based solely on a friend's one line recommendation. "I love mine," she said, "it's just so intuitive".
The word was like magic fairy dust to me. It had connotations of tapping an inner wisdom, of somehow knowing what I needed more than I did. Yes, please, I'll have the intuitive model in silver.
Some folks are naturally intuitive, they have insight and self-awareness by the barrow load and use it with grace and wisdom. They are clued in to what brings out the best in themselves and what they need at different seasons of their life. (I'm looking directly at you, darling Wendy, my dear friend and blog reader.)
But for me, in writing and in life, I can overthink things. I wrangle and wrestle with topics and end up exhausted. Not being naturally intuitive, I need all the help I can get. Hence the choice of laptop. I crave a little voice that can help me find a calm way to proceed. I am a huge fan of getting out of my own way.
Intuitive eating seems to distill all my new learning about food into one neat package. It is a wise, calm, kind voice. It is a sprinkling of magic fairy dust on my omelette.
Love and intuition,
Indigo Kate x