12/17/2025
POV: Your "check engine" light is on, sis. 💡🛑
But you think you know your car better than the manufacturer does (😒side eye).
I drove with my "Check Engine" light on for 15 years. I didn’t stop the car. I just put black electrical tape over the dashboard so I wouldn't have to see it.
The "Before": In my early years as an educator, I thought "tired" was a personality trait. I thought "Sunday Scaries" were just part of the job description.
My body was screaming at me in the only language it knew:
🔥The tension headache that hit like clockwork at 2 PM.
🔥The jaw clenching and the "emergency snacks" for a dopamine hit during staff meetings.
🔥The literal dread in my stomach as I worked on lesson plans every Sunday.
Because I was "high-functioning" and "dependable," I ignored the data. I treated my body like an inconvenience. I popped some Tylenol (the black tape) and kept driving at 80 mph. 🏎️💨
The Shift: Ignoring the light doesn't fix the engine. It just guarantees a more expensive breakdown. For me, that meant a two-year career pause. I had to pull off the road because I’d driven myself into the ground.
The "After": Today, as an Instructional Designer and EFT Practitioner, I treat my body differently. I don't treat symptoms as "weakness." I treat them as System Notifications.
Shoulders up to my ears? ➡️ Notification: Cortisol spike.
Pit in my stomach? ➡️ Notification: Boundary violation.
I no longer use black tape. I pull over. I take 3 minutes. I tap. I regulate.
The Lesson: You cannot drive a car with no oil just because you have somewhere important to be.
And you cannot lead a classroom or a boardroom with a dysregulated nervous system just because "people are counting on you."
If your light is blinking today, don’t cover it up. Pull over. 🛑✨
Drop a "🛑" in the comments if you’ve been ignoring your "check engine" light lately.
Let’s hold some space for each other.