Let your soul....

From time to time, I get "addicted" to a song, and have to listen to it over and over again.  Tonight, the song was Sting's "Let Your Soul be Your Pilot":

Let your soul be your pilot
Let your soul guide you
He'll guide you well

When you're down and they're counting
When your secrets all found out
When your troubles take to mounting
When the map you have leads you to doubt
When there's no information
And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well

Let your soul guide you upon your way...

Good words, good song, makes you think about things.  Let your soul guide you. What does that mean? I was raised "churched".   The folks made sure I went to church every Sunday.  Not that I minded, it worked back then, and I'm happy for who I am now.  But there was always something i religion that was missing for me.  As a result, I consider myself more of a spiritual sort than part of organized religion.  (I realize that some people need the organized part .... but I digress).  
Being spiritual, there's an inner voice we all have, some hear their voice louder than others.  Call it soul, call it spirit, call it intuition - the label doesn't matter, it's what you do with it that does.  Trust what you've been taught.

When I was a student in Sunday School, part of our confirmation was a Bible verse chosen by our Pastor just for us.  Mine was II Timothy 3:14 :  "But as for you, continue in what you have learned and have firmly believed, knowing from whom you learned it."   I had good teachers throughout my life, and it's those people who influenced my spirit, my soul, my inner voice.  I trust those to lead me where I need to go.

Let your soul be your pilot.
He'll guide you well.

Almost Friday

They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.  Those of this who are over a certain hill have certainly learned this.  Today was a day like that.  I left work early and headed to the mall.  I had an order to pick up, and decided I was in dire need of new shoes for work:  New Balance, of course, because they work well with all the walking on cement that I do.  Mission accomplished, I think these will be great.

Then I actually went INTO the mall for lunch at Paradise Bakery.  For anyone who knows the real me, I don't DO malls.  Walking around and looking at things I don't need, or can't afford, doesn't thrill me any longer.  And I have issues being in crowded shopping malls.  I can deal with them if I know what I'm there for, where it's located, get in and get out.  Yep. That's me normally.  But today I actually enjoyed myself.  Of course, malls are typically quiet at 1pm. lol

Then.  I get home and my son is finally tackling the flat tire he got on his Ezip bike.  The bad news:  his tire is out of round, and there's a broken spoke.  We drove it over to a bike shop, and they don't work on e-bikes.  Now what?  We checked Google for someone local who does repairs, and headed that way.  Oddly, it was just a guy in his garage.... *sigh* ... this doesn't bode well for me.  But there he was, door open, so Brian popped in and the guy actually had the tool needed to remove the smaller sprocket from the wheel.  In the end, he happened to have a replacement wheel but the gears for pedaling don't fit.  Doesn't anyone dare to work on these little bikes?   maybe Brian needs to start his own shop!  Such frustrations.

To top it all off, my feet, my legs and my lower back are all aching this week.
Maybe a little extra rest this weekend.
Here comes Friday!  Whooo Hoo!