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How often do you check your fuel? Well, when it comes to your vehicle, you probably have a reminder right there on your dash showing where your fuel level sits. At the gas station, you have choices for several different grades of gasoline, all methodically tested to perform at different levels of efficiency.  The higher the octane level, the higher performance the fuel is capable of producing. Some vehicles will run fine at 85 octane gasoline, but a Ferrari requires 93 or even higher. The more performance desired, the higher quality of fuel required.

Checking your car’s fuel is convenient and straightforward, but how often do you check the fuel for your life? Your body requires fuel to perform and junk food fuel will produce garbage performance. Your mind also needs to be fed, and sludgy, toxic fuel will produce destructive tendencies in your thought patterns and perspectives.

You can’t expect great results with mediocre fuel. If you desire excellence as an outcome, your life will require superior fuel. And just as outcomes are tied to inputs, a half-hearted effort is like mixing water with your gas. Things aren’t going to run well and the consequences will be costly. You can’t really be too upset with what is coming out of your life if you were never careful about what was going into it.

Your life will reflect the quality of the fuel you’ve provided it. After all, it’s exactly what got you to where you are right now. So the question is: Are you feeding your life with the right fuel to get you where you say you want to go?

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