For the past two weeks or so, every traffic light I drive through turn yellow while I’m in the intersection. Those lights are yellow for much less total time than they are either red or green, but I’ve become a yellow-light magnet. What’s more, as I drive under the lights, it almost feels as though my attention is being called: “Psst! Look! Another yellow!”
I have taken this as a hint to slow down. This is something I’ve been told approximately 3,968,452 times. Last month.
Seriously, I’ve been justly accused of overworking pretty much everything: my drawing, my writing, my body. [...]