While out for a summer morning walk with my pup, Hank, I snapped these pics and saw the signs for a fantastic post. (Pun much?)

Left or right? When driving, this sign is simple. “Turn. I don’t care which way you go, but you have to go one way or the other. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.” You get the idea.

When driving through life, though, this sign does not convey ANY urgency. It’s more like, “Turn left or right. Or just sit here and hang out and watch things happen. People will move and make decisions around you (that affect you!) but it’s cool to sit and get annoyed that life is moving and you’re not.”

Sitting and waiting…NOT CHOOSING…is a choice.

The word STOP inside a red octagon seems to get about everyone to obey. We respect the command when flowing through traffic, but how many times does this sign pop up from our intuition, our bodies, our minds, our families or friends? How often do we ignore it? Has the color faded from red to washed out – so much so that we don’t even see it?

Ever wonder what would happen if we respected STOP in those non-traffic circumstances, too? Maybe we’d save ourselves from injury or slow down long enough to notice the sweet smell of freshly cut grass or taste and enjoy the food that fuels our bodies. Or quiet our minds to allow our true selves surface outside the context of expectations and obligations.

Stay in your lane. Follow the leader. No shenanigans here…just follow the damned rules. Perfect for taming traffic, but ‘SAYS WHO?!’ in life?!

Dead End. A simple statement with quite a few ways of looking at it.

Which is most like you?
• ‘Are you sure you want to go down this road?’
• ‘Don’t waste your time unless YOU KNOW there’s a place here for you.’
• ‘ Hmmm…I wonder what’s at the end.’
• ‘I’m not sure what’s beyond this sign, but I’m going to check it out even though I know I’ll have to turn around and come back the same way I got here.’

Are you full of fear? An explorer? One who asks why not?

If you feel like this sign greets you every day when you walk into work, wake up, and/or think about the weeks and months ahead, look around you and realize that you’re sitting in a bulldozer, not a Ford Focus. Fire up the engine and get to work.