Trusting my gut (and other autumn adventures)
This month, Bee Adamic learns to listen to her instincts, slow down, and say yes to a little chaos.
October has been a month of gut feelings, quite literally. I started an intuition course because apparently there’s a voice inside me that knows what’s best. (Personally, I thought that voice was just caffeine talking.) It came at the right time. After a slightly worrying mole check (all fine, thankfully!), I decided to start listening to my instincts more, especially the one whispering that my baby girl is growing up too fast. So I did something wildly impractical but completely right: I reduced her nursery hours. Because, sometimes, you just want one more morning of banana porridge together before the world rushes in.
In true ‘why do one thing when you can do five’ fashion, I also took a solo flight with both girls to visit family in Italy. Picture me, a pram, two overstuffed Trunkis and one baby demanding rice cakes at 30,000 feet. Somehow, we made it, and my nonno declared I deserved a medal and an Aperol.
Back home, I channelled my newfound intuitive flow into throwing what can only be described as Brighton’s most chaotic and fabulous Halloween meets Guy Fawkes party. Imagine witches mingling with firemen, toddlers in pumpkin suits and a cauldron-sized pot of chilli bubbling away for anyone who wandered in. It was loud, it was messy, it was perfect.
Next, we’re bracing ourselves for a trip to Lewes for their epic fireworks display. It’s been years since I’ve gone, but the time feels right to try again and experience the magic through the kids’ eyes, with a flask of mulled wine firmly in hand.
And as if life wasn’t full enough, I’ve got a new business in the pipeline and have started doing lifestyle PR for the fabulous SweatLounge in London, a gorgeous wellness space that’s all about slowing down, recharging and shining a light on health in the most stylish way possible.
Maybe intuition isn’t about deep inner wisdom after all. Maybe it’s knowing when to swap strategy for spontaneity, spreadsheets for sparklers and to trust that somehow it’ll all turn out fine, even if you’re still finding sequins on the sofa.
