The Compliments We Struggle to Accept

Today’s reflection is about SPIRITUALITY:

What does your intuition sound like, and how do you know when it’s speaking?

For me, it’s that pit in your stomach when you know you’re in the wrong place, or that quiet voice in the back of your head telling you not to do something.

I’ve had intuition manifest in many different ways throughout my life, and I know firsthand what it’s like when you ignore it.

Sometimes intuition doesn’t make sense in the moment, but later you realize it was trying to protect or guide you all along. The more I’ve learned to trust it, the more aligned and aware I’ve become.

Intuition may speak softly, but it will always try to guide you.

I say it often—through my chapters, my book, and in my talks—because it matters that much to me. It’s not just a phrase I share with others; it’s a reminder I return to myself again and again.

And still, even I wander off my path from time to time.

There are moments when I find myself moving aimlessly, disconnected from the very passion I once spoke about with certainty and fire. When that happens, I try to return to those moments when I gave this advice so freely to someone else. I ask myself: What was I thinking then? What did I know in my heart at that time? And how can I take my own advice now?

Accepting and practicing our own advice is often one of the hardest things we’re asked to do.

When we speak from experience—whether from a journey we’ve already walked or one we’re still navigating—we know our words carry truth. That advice didn’t come from theory; it came from lived moments, lessons learned, and courage summoned in difficult seasons. So why is it so hard to apply it to ourselves?

Fear. Comfort. Doubt. Timing. Sometimes it’s simply exhaustion.

Somewhere along the way, we start negotiating with our dreams. We tell ourselves we’ll return to them later, when life is quieter, when we’re more certain, when the risks feel smaller. But the truth is, the things that set our souls on fire rarely arrive without discomfort.

So the real question becomes:
What is keeping us from taking our own advice?

And even more personally—what is keeping you from doing the things that set your soul on fire?

Sometimes the reminder we need isn’t new wisdom, but the courage to listen to what we already know.

Do you ever catch yourself reflecting on the habits and behaviors you keep repeating, even though you know they’re not good for you? The foods we indulge in, the relationships we cling to, the patterns we cycle through again and again — all of them fall into this quiet, uncomfortable truth:

We often don’t let go of what harms us, not because we’re unaware, but because the familiar feels safer than the unknown.

Even when the familiar is slowly breaking us.

Sometimes the very things that wound us become woven into our sense of identity. We start to believe:

“This is just who I am.”
“This is how it’s always been.”
“This is the kind of love I know.”

Our bodies get tied to the chemistry of it.
Our hearts get attached to the potential of it.
And our minds bargain with the future, whispering, “Maybe this time will be different.”

Letting go isn’t just a choice — it’s a grieving.
It’s mourning the version of life we hoped would exist.
It’s releasing the comfort of old patterns, even when they no longer serve us.

That’s why real healing doesn’t come from force.
It doesn’t come from shaming yourself or pushing harder.

Healing comes from compassion.
From patience.
From choosing yourself — again and again — even when choosing yourself feels unfamiliar.

Because freedom isn’t always loud or dramatic.
Sometimes it begins quietly… with a single decision to stop abandoning yourself.

In a world that glorifies being busy, burnout is often mistaken as a sign of dedication. But the truth is, burnout is not something to be proud of—it’s a warning sign.

Pushing yourself beyond your limits may feel productive at first, but over time, it drains your energy, your passion, and even your purpose. Taking care of yourself isn’t a luxury—it’s a necessity.

You deserve rest. You deserve balance. And most importantly, you deserve to feel well while chasing your goals. Because success means nothing if you lose yourself along the way.

Here’s a simple way to look at it: think of spirituality as the vast ocean, while religion is just one of the many boats you can use to navigate those waters. You might also choose to swim, float, or simply sit on the shore and soak in the rhythm of the waves.

Spirituality doesn’t hinge on religion. It’s all about connection, awareness, and finding meaning—things that can unfold in nature, through art, during meditation, or even in the little moments of daily life. Religion can offer guidance, a sense of community, and a framework that helps some people explore the depths of their inner selves. But it’s certainly not the only way to dive into the richness of existence.

Ultimately, spirituality is a personal journey. It’s less about following strict rules or rituals and more about how deeply you engage with the world, how much you reflect, and how open you are to the mysteries that life presents. You can discover it in a church, a temple, a peaceful morning stroll, or a quiet moment by the sea. The choice is yours, and every path you take has its own unique beauty.

Woke up today with a new ache… and you know what? I couldn’t help but smile.

Yep, my knees are definitely having a conversation with me.
Yep, my back is asking for a moment of peace.
Yep, getting up sounds like a sound effects reel. 

But every little ache is a reminder that I’m still here. Still breathing. Still laughing. Still loving. Each twinge tells me my body has carried me through another day, another challenge, another moment worth cherishing.

Aging isn’t always a smooth ride — it creaks, it stretches, and it humbles you. But it’s also a privilege. Not everyone gets the chance to enjoy more time, more mornings, more opportunities to witness the sunrise, hear a friend’s laughter, or feel the warmth of a hug.

So, I’ll embrace the sore muscles. I’ll accept the slower pace. I’ll take that extra stretch before rolling out of bed. I’ll celebrate the strength that’s still there and the memories that keep me smiling. Because I’m truly grateful to still be on this side of the dirt. 

Here’s to growing older, gaining wisdom, and appreciating every single day — aches, pains, laughter, and love included. Every moment is a gift.