We all trust ourselves to know when to stop pouring. No one has to tell us that. If we can trust ourselves to know when to stop pouring, we can trust ourselves to know all we need to know to know what needs to be done in each situation as it arises, and to know what does not need to be done. The question then becomes, "Do we have what it takes to do what we know needs to be done, and to not do what does not need to be done?" Can we bear the pain? Bearing the right kind of pain-- that would be the legitimate pain of being alive and doing what needs to be done in response to-- in responsibility for-- the experience of being alive. Can we bear the pain of being fully alive? Too many of us can't bear the pain of making Daddy/Momma (Or whomever the authority figure we must please) unhappy with us to live our own life in response to-- in responsibility for-- the experience of being alive. When we live to make someone happy with us (Even though they have been dead for 26 years), we live the life we think they would have us live, and forego any possibility of living a life of our own. We have to live so as to make our little heart sing and our little toes dance-- in other words, to know when to stop pouring-- and bear the pain of our choices in each situation as it arises. We have to be tough enough to take it, to take what living well requires, in order to do what needs to be done regardless of the consequences, letting "the chips fall where they may," in an "Oh, well," kind of way.