{"id":698,"date":"2006-07-23T11:54:46","date_gmt":"2006-07-23T15:54:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/example.org\/sometimes_it_ta"},"modified":"2006-07-23T11:54:46","modified_gmt":"2006-07-23T15:54:46","slug":"sometimes_it_ta","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/makingripples.com\/?p=698","title":{"rendered":"Sometimes it takes more than one sign to get your attention"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was hurtling along a winding country road a few days ago when I ran over a long section<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" width=\"465\" height=\"353\" border=\"1\" alt=\"Dsc00052web\" title=\"Dsc00052web\" src=\"http:\/\/ripples.typepad.com\/photos\/uncategorized\/dsc00052web.jpg\" style=\"margin: 10px 5px 10px 0px; float: left;\" \/><br \/>\n of warning bumps and came up on this quadruple set of stop signs.<\/p>\n<p>It made me laugh, but it also made me think. This crossroads is out in the country, but they must have had a good reason to erect four stop signs instead of one. Enough people must have been killed or injured at this intersection to warrant this quadruple warning.<\/p>\n<p>As I drove through the intersection and into the countryside beyond, I started thinking about my own situation. I was on my way to a convention for non-profit organizations and I was double-booked much of the day. I had even skipped breakfast so I could make the thirty-five mile trip in time for the opening speech.<\/p>\n<p>In less than two months, I had accelerated from a relaxed life of<br \/>\nwriting and woodworking to an all-consuming career of developing<br \/>\nstrategies and tactics to help people become more able as artisans and<br \/>\nto become more successful in bringing their products to market.<\/p>\n<p>I have written warnings about seductive jobs <a href=\"http:\/\/ripples.typepad.com\/ripples\/2004\/12\/the_ideal_job.html\">here<\/a> and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.making-ripples.com\/2004\/10\/keeping_your_dr.html#more\">here<\/a> and yet I was repeating the old cycle again. The lure of being able to make a real difference had pulled me right in.<\/p>\n<p>It had gotten so fascinating and time consuming that I had stopped<br \/>\nblogging on a daily basis. I have tons of interesting topics to share,<br \/>\nbut I was struggling to find time to write posts.<\/p>\n<p>My wife had almost given up on the honey-do list and my workshop sat<br \/>\nempty and still. It was time for an assessment of what I want to do<br \/>\nwith my life, given that there are only 24 hours in a day.<\/p>\n<p>The answer was simple, once the quadruple stop signs jolted me into<br \/>\na realization I was speeding through life and missing much of the joy<br \/>\nthat comes from a complete life as opposed to a busy one.<\/p>\n<p>I spent almost an entire weekend doing chores and shopping with<br \/>\nGretchen. My home office is almost cleaned up and the screens are all<br \/>\nup. Now I need to prioritize my workload so that I can do the critical<br \/>\ntasks and get help on the tasks that can be delegated.<\/p>\n<p>As for the sign, it is located on a back road between Riner and<br \/>\nRadford in Southwest Virginia. If you come across it, feel free to drop<br \/>\nme a line and tell me what it meant to you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was hurtling along a winding country road a few days ago when I ran over a long section<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" width=\"465\" height=\"353\" border=\"1\" alt=\"Dsc00052web\" title=\"Dsc00052web\" src=\"http:\/\/ripples.typepad.com\/photos\/uncategorized\/dsc00052web.jpg\" style=\"margin: 10px 5px 10px 0px; float: left;\" \/><br \/>\n of warning bumps and came up on this quadruple set of stop signs.<\/p>\n<p>It made me laugh, but it also made me think. This crossroads is out in the country, but they must have had a good reason to erect four stop signs instead of one. Enough people must have been killed or injured at this intersection to warrant this quadruple warning.<\/p>\n<p>As I drove through the intersection and into the countryside beyond, I started thinking about my own situation. I was on my way to a convention for non-profit organizations and I was double-booked much of the day. I had even skipped breakfast so I could make the thirty-five mile trip in time for the opening speech.<\/p>\n<p> <a href=\"http:\/\/makingripples.com\/?p=698\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1805],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p3R4iK-bg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/makingripples.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/698"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/makingripples.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/makingripples.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/makingripples.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/makingripples.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=698"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/makingripples.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/698\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/makingripples.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=698"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/makingripples.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=698"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/makingripples.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=698"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}