More than a decade ago, I read a blog post that forever changed my life.

It was titled "Why do cars have brakes?" by Sarah K Peck.

Why Do Cars Have Brakes? — Sarah K Peck

The tldr: not so that they can stop. Cars have brakes so that they can go fast.

What?

Oh. It suddenly made sense.

Ten years ago I was still living the Type-A overachiever life. Pre-marriage and pre-kids, I was still go, go, GO. Push more. Earn more. Achieve more.

More.

More.

And more.

It was exhausting. Yet I was too terrified to stop.

Terrified of what?

Terrified that if I stopped,

stopped pushing, stopped earning, stopped achieving, then

who would I be?

Sarah K Peck's blog post made me pause. It enabled me to stop.

I saw that stepping on the brakes was not about ending all that I thought I was. Stepping on the brakes would allow me to become more of who I was meant to be.

What would stepping on the brakes enable you to do?