Driving around listening to inspiring podcasts, it became apparent that I need an alignment.

My tires are fine, but listening to the various accumulated wisdom of some well-informed podcasters indicated that some of my critical life trajectories are off, slowly dragging me out of my own lane and into directions and places I shouldn’t be traveling at my age and maturity.

Interesting how we can sense an unrelenting tug in one direction or another and find things aren’t rolling along as ideally as they could.

Diet, money, sleep, friendships, how I spend my time, they can veer off course right or left of center enough to make an undesirable difference which I fear, without a realignment, could send me off roading on paths for which I am not designed, well-suited, nor intended.

For some, it may sound like a labored metaphor of a hair-splitting perfectionist, but living by much higher-than-average standards was something I was taught from an early age.

Moreover, living life now in pursuit of a singular guiding mission alerts you to such ever so slight variations demands that you make occasional corrections to keep you on course.

So, I got home and had a quiet chat with my Mechanic.