I’m not sure if today’s life lesson is a lesson or just an observation, maybe it’s both … but I’m learning that asking for advice can be a very slippery slope.
On one hand, well-intended people love to give advice and they seem to fall into one of two broad categories. One, they give advice because they genuinely care about you or two, because they, and only they, know what’s best for you, and for everyone else, for that matter.
Hindsight has shown me that some people who’ve have doled out advice are really wishing the advice they’re doling out was something they had done themselves, didn’t, and now regret it.
Okay, that sounds a little convoluted, but it’s really not.
During the last few years, life has been kittywampus. What could go wrong did, and in a big way. I relied heavily on others’ advice. I’m not entirely sure why, maybe it was fear of making another bad move, or making any move at all. And that in itself was a bad move.
As easy as it is to do, it’s not always wise to seek outside counsel when life goes topsy-turvy. It’s not to say I won’t ever ask for an opinion again, I will, but next time around, I’m going to rely a helluva lot more on my gut feeling. You know, that little “voice” that most of us ignore, but is usually right. Trying listening to it for yourself, you’ll see what I mean.