Blinking fuel lights
I recently launched a new theme for Bear. After that, I created scripts for photo galleries and a few other things. Somewhere in between, I also started moving old posts to my new blog.
Shortly after, I hit the brakes.
That happens to me a lot. I want too much, too soon. I love what I’m doing, and that gives me extra energy, which makes me want to do even more.
It’s been like that my whole life.
But there’s one important change these days compared to just a few years ago. I don’t ignore the blinking low on fuel light anymore.
These days, I notice it before running on fumes. I catch myself before getting completely stalled. Not always, but most of the time.
Being able to do that doesn’t require any new knowledge. That’s the beauty of it. We’re born with it.
Our body and mind make an impressive and intelligent piece of machinery. They tell us when it’s time to pull over and fuel up.
We just need to pay attention.
Blink, blink, blink...