The Baseline

Stardate 07.30.2026

Yesterday I shared the story of walking through the wrong door.

I didn't realize that story was only half finished.

I had arrived for a scheduled float therapy session during one of my days of rest and restoration. While looking for the entrance, I accidentally walked into the neighboring business, DexaFit, owned by Adam and Jessica Kuchnia.

After apologizing for interrupting their day, I started visiting with Jessica. She shared a little about what they do and explained one of their services—a DEXA scan.

I was intrigued.

The challenge was my schedule. I was away from home on assignment and couldn't promise I'd be available another day.

Jessica smiled.

"We can do it now."

That simple act of kindness changed the course of my afternoon.

A few minutes later, I found myself lying quietly on the scanner while it gathered information I had never seen before.

When the scan was complete, Jessica carefully walked me through each section of the report. We talked about body composition, bone density, visceral fat, muscle mass, and several other measurements that offered a clearer picture of my health than a bathroom scale ever could.

Then we arrived at one number that made me pause.

Biological Age: 73.

I'm 66 years old.

I sat quietly with that number.

The report wasn't offering a prediction. It was giving me a starting point.

I've spent much of this year trying to become a healthier version of myself. Daily walks. Better sleep. Strength training. My ongoing sardine experiment. Small choices that I hope will add up over time.

Now I have a baseline.

One day I'll return for another scan and discover what has changed. Until then, I'll keep showing up and doing the next right thing. Healthy habits rarely attract much attention. They quietly shape the future.

As I reflected on the experience later that evening, I found myself thinking less about the numbers and more about the people behind them.

Adam and Jessica Kuchnia welcomed a complete stranger who had wandered through the wrong door. They answered my questions, made room in their schedule, and treated me with genuine kindness.

If you happen to be in the Madison area and have been curious about your own health baseline, I can honestly recommend paying them a visit. At the time of my appointment, new customers could receive a DEXA scan for $99.

You'll find DexaFit at 376 Junction Road in Madison, Wisconsin.

Kindness has a way of leaving a lasting impression.

"Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom."
— Psalm 90:12

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Thank you for spending a few moments with me today.

I hope you'll welcome the unexpected opportunities that come your way. Some of life's most meaningful moments begin with a door you never intended to open.

Captain's Addendum

Spock: "Michael, every mission begins with accurate readings. The data simply tells us where the journey starts."

Bones: "Just promise me you won't spend all day studying the report. You've got another chapter to write."

I smiled as I imagined the conversation.

Yesterday the wrong door led to an unexpected meeting.

Today, I'm thankful I walked through it.

Stardate 07.29.2026

The Wrong Door

Stardate 07.29.2026

Some days don't go according to plan.

I've learned those are often the days God does His best work.

My mission yesterday was simple: rest and restoration. After spending five busy days away from home, I had been intentionally using my four days off to recharge before the next climb. On my final day of rest, I began with a relaxing soak in the jacuzzi before driving to an appointment that included an hour in a float tank followed by forty minutes in an infrared sauna.

When I arrived, I walked up to the reception desk to check in.

The receptionist searched for my appointment.

Nothing.

I pulled up my confirmation email on my phone, and she smiled.

"I think you're in the wrong suite."

She pointed me next door.

Before leaving, curiosity got the better of me.

"So...what do you do here?"

"We do DEXA scans," Jessica replied.

That immediately caught my attention.

Some of my tennis teammates recently announced a fitness challenge. Everyone who wants to participate contributes $100, but there's one requirement: complete a DEXA body composition scan before the challenge begins on August 1. The winner takes the pot.

I smiled.

"I'll be back."

The float tank and infrared sauna were every bit as restorative as I had hoped. During the hour in the float tank, I spent the entire session in prayer and meditation. By the time the lights came back on, I felt as though time had simply disappeared. I walked out refreshed, grateful, and convinced I had accomplished exactly what I had come to do.

Then I returned next door.

The scan itself was fascinating. It measured much more than body weight. Afterward, Jessica sat down with me to review the results.

One of the assessments estimated my biological age at 73.

That number didn't discourage me.

It gave me a baseline.

Over the past year, I've been paying closer attention to my health. My weight has come down. My sleep continues to improve. I'm in the middle of a ninety-day sardine experiment to see how increasing my Omega-3 intake affects my long-term health.

Now I had another piece of the puzzle.

Jessica patiently explained the areas where I could improve and offered practical suggestions for raising my health score over time.

I left encouraged.

Before walking out, I shared a little about my writing and my mission to donate every dollar of my book royalties to University of Iowa Stead Family Children's Hospital. I asked Jessica if I could take a photo of her and her husband, Adam, and I gave them a couple of my books.

That's when the story took one final turn.

Jessica told me her day hadn't been going well.

Before I arrived, she had quietly prayed.

As we wrapped up our conversation, she smiled and told me my visit had lifted her spirits.

I smiled too.

I had walked through the wrong door, yet somehow we both left encouraged.

This morning I woke before dawn after one of the best nights of sleep I've had in quite some time. During more than an hour of meditation, I found myself reflecting on the previous nine days—the five-day assignment followed by four days devoted to rest and restoration. The rest had renewed my body. The honest measurements had given me a starting point. The unexpected conversations had encouraged my spirit.

It reminded me of climbing a mountain.

You don't stop at base camp because the journey is over.

You stop there so you're ready for the ascent ahead.

In about two months, I'll travel to London to spend time with my friends at DoNotAge and have the opportunity to meet the founder of the Horvath Clock. Looking back, it feels as though God has been preparing each step long before I could see where the trail was leading.

Sometimes the wrong door opens exactly the right path.

"Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom."
— Psalm 90:12 (NIV)

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Thank you for walking this journey with me. May we all continue taking small, faithful steps toward better health, deeper purpose, and the next climb ahead.

Captain's Addendum

Spock: "Michael, accurate measurements are valuable only when they inspire meaningful action."

Bones: "And don't forget to appreciate that body of yours. It's carried you through more adventures than most people ever dream of."

I smiled as I considered both observations. Yesterday wasn't about finding perfect numbers. It was about preparing for whatever mission God places before me next, one faithful step at a time.

Mission Clock

Stardate 07.28.2026

This morning I found a name for something I have been thinking about for a long time.

Mission Clock.

My retirement date is July 5, 2030. I have carried that date with me as a milestone for several years. It represents a significant transition in my life, and I have been preparing for it one day at a time.

The funny thing is, life has already started giving me glimpses of what comes next.

During these warehouse openings, I have been learning what it feels like to live away from home for extended periods. I am discovering new rhythms, meeting new people, and finding opportunities to serve wherever I am placed.

Helen has been part of this adventure as well. When she joins me on these travels, we get another chance to experience what life on the road might look like someday.

Lucy has become part of that vision.

The van project started as a practical idea. Over time, it has become something more meaningful. Lucy represents exploration, flexibility, and the freedom to discover what the next chapter holds.

My writing continues to be part of my daily rhythm. The books I have created continue supporting University of Iowa Stead Family Children's Hospital. The lessons I have learned through my career continue shaping how I encourage others.

The pieces are coming together.

A few years ago, I would have viewed these as separate paths.

Today, I see a mission taking shape.

That is why I chose the name Mission Clock.

Captain Kirk's five-year mission aboard the Enterprise became something much larger than anyone originally imagined. The original journey continued through new stories, new crews, and new adventures.

One mission opened the door for another.

That idea feels familiar.

Every season of life prepares us for the next one.

Mission One has been filled with family, faith, work, friendships, challenges, growth, and countless opportunities to help others.

Mission Two will arrive in its own time.

Until then, the Mission Clock reminds me to stay present.

There are still people to encourage.

There are still stories to write.

There are still lessons to learn.

There are still memories waiting to be created with Helen.

Every day is part of the journey.

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)

The Mission Clock continues moving forward.

I am grateful for every mile traveled, every person encountered, and every opportunity to become one percent better.

Captain's Addendum

Bones: "Michael, I still don't understand why you needed a special clock. You already have plenty of clocks."

Spock: "Doctor, this clock measures preparation, purpose, and the passage toward a new mission."

Bones: "Well, Michael, as long as you remember to enjoy the current mission, I suppose it serves a purpose."

Michael: "That is the reminder I need. The journey matters as much as the destination."

Captain's Log: Mission Clock updated. The voyage continues.

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Conversations Along the Way

Stardate 07.27.2026

Yesterday turned into a day of conversations.

I had the chance to spend a little time with Stacy and gave her a copy of my coloring book. Before long, she was following this blog. It's always encouraging to know someone has decided to join the journey.

Later I met Josh. During our conversation he mentioned a network of hiking trails leading to the shoreline of Lake Michigan. His recommendation was all I needed. I spent part of the afternoon exploring the trails and enjoying the peaceful beauty waiting at the water's edge.

By late afternoon I found myself on an indoor pickleball court with several local players. Even though we had never met, they welcomed me into their games like an old friend. Before leaving, I noticed a bulletin board featuring a local pickleball professional whose journey began on the tennis courts. I left her a voicemail introducing myself. Whether our paths cross or not remains to be seen, but I was grateful for another opportunity to reach out.

The day also reminded me of the wonderful news back home. Our committee recently received a $25,000 grant from Pickleball USA that carried our fundraising campaign across the finish line. Construction is now underway on four outdoor pickleball courts for our community. Seeing pickleball bring people together here made me appreciate that blessing even more.

I ended the evening on a restaurant patio, enjoying dinner outdoors. The chef stopped by my table to ask how I liked the meal.

I don't remember exactly what I said.

I think the smile on my face answered the question before I could.

Looking back on the day, I noticed how many simple conversations had quietly shaped it. A new reader. A hiking recommendation. New friends on a pickleball court. A voicemail left in hope. A chef checking on a guest. None of those moments asked for attention. Together, they became a reminder that God is often at work through ordinary encounters.

"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." — Romans 8:28 (NIV)

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: "Michael, the Captain's log indicates another day filled with unexpected connections."

Bones: "I have to admit, Spock, a good hike, friendly competition, and a satisfied chef make for a pretty good prescription."

Spock: "The evidence suggests that small encounters often reveal a larger pattern over time."

Looking back on the day, I smiled at how many simple moments became part of the journey. I did not know where each conversation would lead. I simply showed up, listened, and remained open to what came next.

One conversation at a time. One step at a time. One percent better, one day at a time.

I am grateful for the people God places along the path and the quiet reminders that every ordinary day carries the possibility of extraordinary grace.

Day of Rest Today

Stardate 07.26.2026

Before I share today's reflection, I want to wish my brother a very happy 65th birthday. Congratulations on this milestone. I hope we have the chance to catch up later today.

This morning begins with worship alongside a colleague who shares my denomination. Since he is working today, we'll attend the 8:00 a.m. service together before he heads to work. After worship, I'll continue my search for a tennis partner or perhaps someone interested in a game of pickleball.

Yesterday unfolded differently than I expected.

Just as I was leaving for breakfast, housekeeping arrived. While eating, I realized my bank had a nearby branch open for part of the morning, so I decided to take care of a few financial errands. Because of the change in plans, my tennis racket and pickleball paddle stayed behind.

God had something else waiting for me.

After leaving the bank, I discovered a recreation area with hiking trails and a swimming pool. The morning clouds gradually gave way to sunshine, and I spent several peaceful hours walking, swimming, and enjoying God's creation. It wasn't the day I had planned, yet it became exactly the day I needed.

Today brings another opportunity to worship, to be grateful, and to remain open to whatever the Lord has prepared. If I find my way onto a tennis or pickleball court later today, I'll gladly enjoy the fellowship. If not, this day has already begun with the greatest gift: time spent in God's presence.

"This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." — Psalm 118:24

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: "Michael, sometimes the best itinerary is the one that gets rewritten."

Spock: "An unexpected change in course often reveals destinations that careful planning would have overlooked."

Michael: Yesterday reminded me that faith often grows in the spaces between our plans. When I stay open to God's leading, even an ordinary day of errands can become a day filled with unexpected blessings.

Thank you for walking this journey with me. I pray your day is filled with peace, purpose, and the quiet assurance that God is already at work in places you may not yet see.

May you live long and prosper.

Tennis and/or Pickleball Ahead Today

Stardate 07.25.2026

Yesterday gave me an opportunity to reconnect with several senior leaders at my day job. Our conversations centered on the months ahead and the opportunities that continue to unfold. It was encouraging to look beyond today's responsibilities and catch a glimpse of what may be on the horizon.

Those conversations also reminded me that growth requires healthy rhythms. There are seasons to work with focus and intensity, and there are moments to pause so we can return with renewed energy.

Today is one of those moments.

I'm giving my mind, body, and spirit permission to slow down and recuperate. One of the ways I do that is by spending time on a tennis or pickleball court. Which one I play usually depends on where I am, who happens to be around, and what the weather decides to do.

Being away from home adds a little adventure to the day. I'll see if I can find others looking for a friendly match. If the opportunity presents itself, I may even join a skills clinic or some organized drills. Whether I spend the day competing, learning, or simply enjoying a few hours outdoors, I know the investment will be worthwhile.

I've learned that rest doesn't always mean sitting still. Sometimes it means engaging in something that refreshes the soul. Chasing a ball across a court, sharing a laugh with people I've just met, and enjoying God's creation can restore energy in ways that are difficult to describe.

The days ahead will be busy. There will be more opportunities to teach, encourage, and serve others. Taking time to recharge today is part of preparing for those moments. I've found that when I care for the gifts God has entrusted to me—my body, my mind, and my spirit—I am better equipped to care for the people He places in my path.

One of the quiet blessings of travel is discovering that community can be found almost anywhere. A tennis court or pickleball court has a way of bringing strangers together. By the end of a match, it's common to leave with a few new acquaintances and a smile that wasn't there when you arrived.

Wherever today leads, I'm grateful for the chance to embrace it with open hands.

"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." — Matthew 11:28 (ESV)

His invitation reminds me that true rest begins with Him. Sometimes that rest is experienced in stillness. Sometimes it arrives while enjoying the simple gifts He has placed before us.

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: "Michael, even a starship performs scheduled maintenance before beginning its next mission."

Bones: "He's right. Go enjoy yourself today. A little sunshine and a few good rallies can do wonders for a person."

Their conversation reminds me that taking care of ourselves is part of taking care of others. Today's pause isn't stepping away from the mission. It's preparing for the next chapter with gratitude and renewed strength.

Thank you for spending a few moments with me today. I hope you find your own place of renewal, wherever it may be. Small, faithful steps continue to matter, and God's grace has a wonderful way of meeting us along the journey.

Follow the Yellow Brick Road

Stardate 07.24.2026

We are approaching the 87th anniversary of the soft launch of The Wizard of Oz in a small town just outside Madison, Wisconsin. On August 15, 1939, the Strand Theater in Oconomowoc hosted one of the film's earliest public showings. The audience response helped MGM recognize they had something very special before the movie opened nationwide.

Today, statues of Dorothy, the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, the Cowardly Lion, Toto, and the Wizard stand along a yellow brick road beside City Hall. They serve as a reminder that one remarkable story began taking shape here long before the rest of the world embraced it.

This week, I find myself in Oconomowoc at another beginning.

Our team is putting the finishing touches on a new building as we prepare to welcome our first members. If all goes well, they will soon follow our own yellow brick road along a street appropriately named Kirkland Way, only a few miles from where I'm staying.

The timing has not been lost on me.

Dorothy spent her journey believing she was searching for something far away. Along the road she met friends who were searching too. The Scarecrow longed for a brain. The Tin Man wanted a heart. The Lion hoped to discover courage.

By the end of the journey, each of them realized those gifts had been growing within them all along.

As I walk through this season of life, I recognize something similar unfolding in my own story.

For as long as I can remember, I have prayed the Serenity Prayer. Those familiar words have been a steady companion through many chapters of my life. This week, they opened another door.

I found myself paying closer attention to the words asking for "the courage to change the things I can."

That simple phrase suddenly felt much larger.

Over the past several months, God has been quietly expanding my vision. Situations I once viewed as fixed now seem filled with possibility. Conversations that once felt intimidating have become opportunities to listen, learn, and build trust. I haven't become a different person overnight. My perspective has simply grown.

The room feels bigger now.

I didn't move the walls.

God did.

His work was taking place long before I recognized it.

Looking back, I can see Him gently widening the circles of possibility one experience at a time. Every challenge became another opportunity to grow. Every conversation became another lesson. Every day offered one more chance to become one percent better.

Perhaps that is part of walking by faith.

Sometimes God changes our circumstances.

Sometimes He changes how we see them.

Today, I'm grateful to be standing on my own yellow brick road, helping introduce new teammates to a culture that has blessed my life for many years. There is still much to accomplish before this assignment is complete, and before long I'll click my heels and head back home to Iowa.

Until then, there is meaningful work waiting to be done right where my feet are planted.

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight."
— Proverbs 3:5–6 (NIV)

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: "Captain, it appears every mile of the journey has expanded your field of vision."

Bones: "I still say home has a way of healing a man, but sometimes he has to travel a few hundred miles before he understands why."

Michael: Every road God has placed before me has carried a purpose I couldn't fully see at the time. Today, I simply give thanks for the next step.

May you live long and prosper.

Thank you for traveling this stretch of the yellow brick road with me. I hope today's reflection reminds you that God often enlarges our vision long before we recognize how much room He has already made for us. Peace be with you, and have a wonderful day.