Good fuel
Getting where you're going. / Issue 1,506
Oh, hi friends!
Good fuel comes from Trader Joe’s peanut butter pretzels.
Fuel also arrives with rejection — their “sorry to share this unfortunate news” transforms into your “hmm I’ll show you,” but in like a nice way.
Fuel comes from a good night’s sleep and also from an all-nighter.
Fuel comes from seeing how far you’ve come, how deep into the gain you are, instead of looking ahead at the gap.
Fuel is one tiny decision that snowballs.
Fuel is an old draft that still sparkles.
Fuel comes from unyielding faith that does yield sometimes but usually returns.
Fuel is a sixty-degree day, a daffodil, a dove, a friend you haven’t seen in years, the chorus of a song you haven’t heard since you were twenty-eight, the first chocolate chip ice cream of the season, a writing sprint that leaves you dizzy.
Good fuel is everywhere.
What more do you need?
What a beautifully generous description of fuel, and essential to thriving. When I expand the definition, as you've done, I can identify some of my fuel drivers. I'm thinking about my morning coffee (even though it's decaf), the feeling of sunshine warming my face and body, the sounds of water trickling, waves crashing, rain falling, time spent with my loved ones, and so much more.
Beautiful post. Fuel can be realizing you need real rest and doing absolutely nothing so you can do more later