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Intuition has a marketing problem. It either gets dressed up as something mystical and inaccessible or dismissed as the soft cousin of real thinking, the thing you fall back on when you haven’t done the analysis. Both framings miss it. Intuition isn’t fancy and it isn’t lazy. It’s a real cognitive process operating on a different clock than the part of you that uses words. Here’s a simple working definition: intuition is what you know before you can explain why you know it. T

There’s a thing that happens before you can name it. A tightening in the chest before the meeting. A drop in the stomach when a name appears on your phone. A subtle pull away from a person you’re supposed to like. The body has already cast its vote. The mind shows up later, often confused, sometimes overruling. We’ve been trained to treat this as noise. Anxiety. Overreaction. Something to manage with breathwork and reframes until the signal goes quiet. And sometimes that’s th