Decisions: why it shouldn't be that difficult!
As someone who used to struggle to decide even the small, simple daily things—like choosing my clothes, what to eat, or what to do first on my endless to-do lists—I totally understand when someone tells me they are struggling to make decisions that can change their lives. It was only a few years ago that I got in touch with my intuitive power and finally understood why I struggled so much with deciding. It was because I always let my mind decide. Trying to imagine all the possible outcomes of a decision was not only time- and energy-consuming, but also impossible. There was no way to truly have a clear view of everything. The overthinking was overwhelming, and it burned me out. So what changed? I started to trust my intuition. For some people it shows up as a feeling in the gut (that’s why people say “trust your gut,” and that’s how Pedro feels it). For others it comes as a warmth in the heart, for some as a vision. For me, it’s like an energetic message—a feeling, a certainty—that quickly fades away. If I think about it even for a second, it’s gone and never comes back. It has to be immediate! Since I started trusting these nudges and responding to them right away, amazing things have happened in my life. The first big one was when we decided to travel full time. It was one day in September 2024 when Pedro and I started talking about it, and he asked me, “When are we going to begin? In two years?” And I answered, with certainty, following that inner feeling: “No, we are going in a year.” I couldn’t afford to postpone my dreams any longer, and my whole body felt that truth. I didn’t think about the planning, the time-consuming process of getting documentation ready, Pedro organizing his company to be able to work fully remotely, or selling all our material things. I just trusted that whatever needed to be done would be done on time. And it was. Everything started to unfold exactly as it needed to. And on September 1st, 2025, there we were—saying goodbye to the house we had lived in for the last four years, the place where our little one was born, the dear friends we made in Kelowna during the 6.5 years we lived there—and boarding an airplane to our first destination.