Everyone and their Instagram lifestyle coach will tell you to "trust your intuition," like it's as simple as downloading a next gen GPS app.

But nowhere in these perfectly coiffed Instagram posts is there any instruction about how to trust you’re intuitive, trust the information you get from your intuition, or trust yourself to navigate through the uncertainty knowing it’s all going to be alright.

Subject: Re: Selves Inc. Board Application—Ashley B. Jones

Hello Ashley,

We hope this message finds you well.

After careful consideration, we are excited to extend an offer for you to join Selves Inc. as a full-time Board Member.

How many times a day do you think, “Ugh! I just wish someone would tell me what to do so that [insert current world you’re literally itching for or outcome your deeply craving and desiring]!” There’s so much buzz all the time, about why everyone seems to be constantly going through a (mid? quarter?) life crisis. There’s oodles upon noodles of advice, like book after tv show after podcast after webinar about what you should do. Which is great data but also overwhelming. How do you synthesize it? And how is anyone to figure out what exactly to do?

When it comes down to it, forced change < chosen change. It’s because when you have a choice, you have control and options. Unfortunately, the most infuriating truth I’ve realized as a professional intuitive guide, psychic, coach, and healer is that no one can, without a shred of doubt, predict the future. But there is a pattern to it.

It’s an oversimplification to say that intuition whispers and anxiety shouts. To really figure out the difference so you can make empowered, life-changingly magical decisions, you’re going to have to adventure into the realms of yourself. It’s the only way you’re going to really, deeply and truly know what you’re doing and what you’re choosing is right for you. Like, upending your life and moving to rome.

I’ve spent my entire life feeling pulled by an invisible chord wrapped snuggly around my heart.

There are countless moments when it’s plucked inexplicably, like someone reached down my throat and vibrated it. Shhh, listen. This.

Head in your hands, frigid water streaming down your face, you’re not sure how you ended up here again with all your hope of meeting The One pooled pathetically on the shower floor. What did you miss?