The secret of fortune is joy in our hands. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
If you could picture your intuition as a person, what would he or she look like? If you sat down together for dinner, what is the first thing he or she would tell you? –Susan Piver
My intuition might be a scribe, pen in hand. Never stop writing, you will find your voice, he would say.
My intuition might be an eagle. Spread your wings, and you will soar.
My intuition could look like a younger, more-in-shape version of myself. Go for a run and then hit the weight room, you’ll feel stronger, ready to take on the world.
Perhaps my intuition looks like a wizened old man, full of wisdom beyond my years. Choose your path carefully but with enthusiasm. Life goes quickly.
My intuition might look like Batman. Drop what you’re doing and start fighting for the underdog.
Intuition might look like Kurt Russel, playing Wyatt Earp. You called down the thunder? Well now you’ve got it. Skin that smoke wagon, and get to work.
Intuition might look like Dante Alighieri, or Leo Tolstoy. Write about injustice with passion, so those who committed it will be forever remembered for their misdeeds.
My intuition might look like Frank Sinatra. You’ve got to get up on that stage and sing, man.
Most likely, though, my intuition would look like….me. Don’t settle, don’t ever settle, he would say, your struggle will be worth it.