. . . and sometimes the magic doesn’t.
This morning, having taken the red-eye back from California last night, I arrived back home here in New York, in my apartment, a little after 8:00 am.
Last week, Thursday night, my flight from JFK out to California was supposed to have taken off at 6:30 pm Eastern time, arrived in California at 11:00 pm Pacific time. Decent timing: I would have reached my hotel in Pasadena half an hour later, got myself checked in, unpacked, washed up, and been in bed by 12:30 am.
I would have been wakened by a wake-up call at 8:15 Friday morning refreshed, had plenty of time to shower, get breakfast, have a leisurely morning, make a 1:00 pm appointment where I was to speak to a small group for a little while, have had time in the afternoon to work on the two workshops I was going to present on Saturday and Sunday at the retreat where I was scheduled, grab a light supper, and be on time for a keynote speech I had to give at the retreat that night, followed by a two-person panel during which I and the other panelist would take questions from the retreat participants for an hour so.
A clear and doable plan.
That’s not what happened, though. About which I’ll write some more over the next couple of days.
Sometimes the magic works, sometimes the magic doesn’t.
Either way, the days pass.