La la la la la laaaa....

Much of the time, I like to begin and end my workout with the song "New Soul" by Yael Naim. I like it as a warm up song because it reminds me not to be too hard on myself. No matter what I've screwed up I can chalk it up to being a new soul. I'm still learning. Nice, right?

Then, I like to listen to it as a cool down song because it reminds me that even tho I exercised and haven't eaten anything naughty, I'm about to head back out into the world where I will surely make many mistakes.

Ah, the perils of being a new soul.

Today I started thinking about that song and wondering if I was really a 'new' soul. I don't think am. But, I am certainly not an old soul. I am far to impetuous and temperamental. I guess, I'm more of a 'markdown' soul.

Let me explain.

New souls are carefree and trendy. Old souls are timeless and classic. Me? I'm neither trendy nor classic. I'm like a sweater from last season. Right color, wrong shade. Right cut, wrong material.

Life on the discount rack: still in the store but clearanced out - waiting to come back as vintage.

See, I'm a soul who's been around long enough to recognize that tastes and times will always change, but not long enough to avoid making spiritual analogies to fashion.

Nevertheless, I'll keep listening and telling myself: "I'm a new soul. I came to this strange world hoping I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take. But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear, finding myself making every possible mistake..."