Those reminders to stop — or at least slow down — and take stock of life or a situation happen regularly. Sometimes it’s a deer jumping in front of me, sometimes it’s a string of red lights that remind me to not take life so seriously. Sometimes that message to slow down means a mental slow down, sometimes it means a physical slow down. Sometimes the message I’m taking stock of is that I was in the wrong job, or with friends who weren’t supportive of me and therefore not good for me to hang with. Other times I get to learn that I can’t successfully do so many things at once, if I want to avoid accidents big and small.
