Help me remember where was I?

~ I live with it, better every day

[This Musing column isn't about Stampede. The parade and the first day were yesterday - the city is in it now … Today, something quieter — the hundred small nudges that derail my days. The ones that don’t show up above the fold, they aren’t NEWS, but still punch holes in my momentum like no boxer could.]

I love that old line: lead, follow, or get out of the way.

But I prefer: lead, follow, or get out of MY way.

Yes, my way or the highway. Don’t hold me back. Don’t block my path. That’s the message I’d like to flash on my forehead; not for everyone to see, just as a warning to anyone approaching with:

“Mark, can I interrupt your fully planned day?”

It starts predictably: alarm, coffee, sunlight creeping in. The hum of habit takes over. Routines hold the line ~ until something cracks them open.

Check the inbox. Check the headlines. Confirm Musings were published properly, on time ~ or scramble to write it if I didn’t polish and post it the night before. And then… something knocks.