I was late. I ushered my last client out the door, hopped in my van and flew the mile and a half up our dirt road. I was driving more than a little too fast, weaving between resident “road cows” (compliments of free range cattle country).
My body said “slow down.”
I took my foot off the gas…a little….although not enough to honor my inner wisdom.
I did make it. I met the bus just in time, didn’t crash into any livestock and I picked up my kids, so it’s all good, right?
This all sounded logical inside my head…and didn’t reassure my heart one iota.
When we arrived home, my inner voice said “go to your sanctuary.”