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

My tires are fine, but listening to the 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 you find things aren’t rolling along as ideally as they could.

Diet, money, sleep, friendships, how I spend my time, unattended, they veer off course enough right or left of center 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, this may sound like a labored metaphor of a hair-splitting perfectionist, but living by higher-than-average standards was something I was taught from a very young age.

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

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