Tonight, our leadership team will gather for a VIP party to thank everyone who helped bring a new location to life. It will be an opportunity to recognize the work behind the opening and celebrate the people who helped prepare the team for its next chapter.
For me, the evening carries a personal meaning. Kayla, our new general manager, played a pivotal role in my career. Seven years ago, she believed in me.
At the time, I was working as a trainer. Two of us carried that responsibility without the supervisor or manager titles held by the other trainers. We also lacked the official credentials.
Kayla encouraged us to become official trainers. She opened a door and gave us the opportunity to develop our skills through training and certification with our organization’s top trainers.
I remember being pulled away from an assignment where I was already helping train people. The work felt important, and I questioned why I needed to leave it for a three-day session. I thought I was there to evaluate new training ideas coming from corporate.
On the final day, one of our leaders played graduation music from a cell phone.
That was when I began to understand. The session had been designed to develop me. I was being prepared to become more effective in future training assignments.
Kayla had recognized an opportunity for me to grow. Her encouragement gave me a chance to learn skills I could carry into years of future work.
Seven years have passed since that training experience.
During that time, I’ve helped more than 10,000 members get started with us. I’ve also trained others to guide new members as they join our family. The organization continues to grow, and I’m grateful to play a part in helping people find their footing as they begin.
Being one of only two trainers without an official leadership title has shaped how I approach the work. I can serve alongside the people I’m training, sharing the experience of someone who has stood where they stand. I’ve noticed that employees often seem more relaxed when they’re learning from someone at their own level.
I know what it feels like to be given an opportunity before you have all the credentials. Someone has to see the potential and be willing to open that door.
Tonight, I’ll watch Kayla take the helm as general manager. I’ll also celebrate the new employees I’ve helped train as they begin their own journeys. The leadership team will have an opportunity to thank everyone who helped make this opening possible.
I’ll be thinking about the decision Kayla made seven years ago and the people who have benefited from the opportunity she gave me.
Psalm 90:17 (NIV) offers a simple prayer: “May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us.” I find meaning in those words as I look back on the people who helped shape my work and the opportunities to serve others that followed.
Yesterday, a lunch break brought tears to my eyes.
Lina walked into the building. We had met previously in Oconomowoc, Wisconsin, where we talked about her journey to the United States. She remembered that I had wanted to see a video about her life.
When I told her I still hadn't been able to find it, she handed me her iPad and invited me to watch the six-minute feature. She then walked away to spend time with her boss.
Within those six minutes, tears were running down my face.
Lina had been a young child when she fled Iraq with her family. Their journey took them through Jordan before they eventually reached the United States. Watching her story, I thought about the courage it takes to begin life again in a new country.
She also shared how she met the man who would become her husband. He fell in love with her and wanted to marry her. Together, they built a family and a life in America.
Lina came to America without speaking English and began her working life pushing carts. Through years of hard work, she advanced into leadership. Today, she is one of six area vice presidents in the Midwest division.
Her story brought back memories of my book, Live Long and Prosper. I wrote about three teammates who came to America as refugees from Moldova, Ukraine, and Cuba. Each built a life here and became an important part of the community around them.
I've spent much of my working life helping people grow. I enjoy seeing someone discover an opportunity and find a place where their talents can make a difference.
I told Lina I wanted to give her a collection of my five books. She is excited to receive them, and I look forward to continuing our conversation.
Yesterday, six minutes on an iPad gave me a deeper appreciation for a woman whose path has crossed mine.
A Team Gathering at Q39
Another highlight of this busy week was a team dinner at Q39 last night, arranged by Angie, our new membership marketing manager.
Approximately two dozen people gathered in a small back room. As more people arrived, we realized we needed additional space. The staff graciously accommodated our request to move to the outdoor seating area.
We ended up with more than thirty people together, including new employees, support staff, and managers. The cool weather added another memorable detail to the evening.
The photographs capture the gathering and the people who made it special. I appreciated the hospitality at Q39 and the opportunity to spend time with everyone.
Thursday's ribbon cutting is approaching, and the days remain busy. I'm grateful for the people I'm meeting and the opportunities to contribute during this assignment.
A Thought to Carry Forward
Paul offers this encouragement in Galatians 6:9:
“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”
— Galatians 6:9 (NIV)
I keep thinking about Lina's journey and the determination it took to build a new life in America. I'm grateful she took those six minutes to share her story with me.
Sometimes, all it takes is a little time and a willingness to listen.
Spock: Michael, your emotional response suggests that Lina's story made a considerable impression.
Bones: Six minutes, Michael. And you didn't even need a medical examination to discover you had a heart.
Spock: An observation that is both medically imprecise and entirely consistent with the evidence, Doctor.
I'm thankful Lina remembered our conversation and shared her story with me. I'll carry those six minutes with me as Thursday's celebration approaches, along with the memory of a team making room for one another at Q39.
Sunday morning began before sunrise. I had an early shift ahead of me, and I wanted to attend Mass before reporting to work. Finding an early service required some planning, and the drive to Leawood, Kansas, gave me an opportunity to begin the day with a beautiful sunrise.
I left while it was still dark. As I traveled east, the sky began to brighten. Clouds caught the early morning light, and I took a picture to share the moment with others.
I arrived at 7:30 a.m. and discovered another gift waiting outside the church.
A beautiful bronze statue of St. Michael the Archangel stood near the entrance. His wings were spread, his arms were open, and he held a sword in his left hand. I stopped to take a picture and sent it to my wife. She told me she had never seen St. Michael depicted that way before.
I was grateful for the opportunity to capture the image. I had come looking for an early Mass, and the morning was already giving me reasons to be thankful.
A Welcoming Place of Worship
As I entered St. Michael the Archangel Catholic Parish, Mass was beginning. Behind the altar, I noticed a remarkable image of Jesus above a gathering of people, with rays of light extending downward. St. Michael occupied a central place in the scene.
Scriptural quotations appeared along the church walls, including a passage from Revelation. I did not capture the complete wording, but the artwork and surroundings left a lasting impression.
Here I was, a man named Michael, attending Mass in a church dedicated to St. Michael the Archangel. The statue outside and the artwork inside made the morning especially meaningful.
I was thankful to be there.
The Simplicity of Jesus' Message
The Gospel reading was Matthew 22:34–40. The Pharisees asked Jesus which commandment in the law was the greatest. His answer brought the focus to two essential instructions.
Love God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind.
Love your neighbor as yourself.
Jesus explained that the whole law and the prophets depend on these two commandments.
I carried those words with me as I thought about the reading and the homily.
Throughout the Gospels, we see religious leaders questioning Jesus. Some challenged him. Others tried to trap him. Jesus continued teaching those who came to hear him, bringing the heart of God's commandments into focus.
Love God with everything you have. Love your neighbor as yourself.
Living those words faithfully takes a lifetime of practice.
If we believe we are created in God's image, that belief should influence how we see and treat other people. Every person we encounter has dignity. Every person deserves compassion and respect, including those we find difficult to love.
That includes our enemies.
Our love for God should be visible in the way we treat the people around us. Each encounter gives us an opportunity to put our faith into practice.
Keeping God First
Attending Mass on Sunday is an important part of keeping my priorities in order.
I joke with my counterparts that if I don't put God first, I lose my superpower.
That is how important my faith is to me.
I need time with God. I need to hear His Word, reflect on His message, and let it guide the way I live. Weekly worship helps me return to what matters most as I prepare to share God's love with the people I encounter.
This Sunday required some planning. I needed to find an early Mass, make the drive, and arrive at work ready to fulfill my responsibilities. I am grateful I made the effort.
A conversation with Nancy also stayed with me.
She told me she appreciates that I keep reminding her how important God is in my life. She has not been attending worship lately, but she enjoys the reminders and the messages I share.
What touched me was her observation that much of the message comes through how I live.
Her words meant a great deal to me.
I cannot know how my example will influence another person's faith. I do know that I want my life to reflect the love God has shown me. If something I say or do encourages another person to think about God, I am thankful for that opportunity.
Sometimes a conversation, a shared story, or a small act of kindness gives someone a reason to reflect on faith.
I want to keep showing up and doing my part.
A Word to Carry Into the Day
As I looked back on Sunday morning, I thought about the sunrise, the statue of St. Michael, the artwork inside the church, and the message from Matthew's Gospel.
I thought about my wife receiving the photograph and Nancy sharing her thoughts with me.
Each moment gave me another reason to be grateful.
The words of Jesus continue to guide me:
Love God with all your heart, soul, and mind. Love your neighbor as yourself.
I want those words to influence the decisions I make at work, the conversations I have, and the way I respond when someone needs patience or understanding.
Psalm 90:17 offers a prayer I carry into my daily life:
“May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us—yes, establish the work of our hands.” — Psalm 90:17 (NIV)
I hope the work of my hands reflects the love of God. I hope the words I share bring encouragement to someone who needs it. And I hope I remember to make room for worship, even when the day's responsibilities require extra planning.
Spock: Michael, your Sunday mission began with a sunrise and ended with two commandments worth practicing for the rest of your life.
Bones: And he still made it to work on time. I'd say the man has his priorities straight, Spock.
Spock: An encouraging observation, Doctor. Though I suspect the Captain's superpower requires regular maintenance.
I laughed at the thought. My faith needs that same daily attention. A little time with God, a willingness to listen, and the choice to treat the next person with love can carry me a long way.
Our support team is preparing for Thursday's grand opening, and new members are signing up at an exciting rate. I found myself moving between assignments throughout the day, helping wherever I was needed.
We set up a tent downtown and welcomed prospective members in a park-like setting. Later, I was called back to the main office to help with other responsibilities. The pace kept us moving, and we finished the day strong.
One of the gifts of this assignment has been getting to know the other members of our support team. Everyone shares a commitment to serving our new members and helping the team succeed. There's something encouraging about working alongside people who care about the people they're serving.
Mark stands out in particular.
He's a 4.0 tennis player, just like me, and a Nebraska state champion. His team competed at nationals this year and played well against some of the best competition in the country.
What are the odds that two competitive tennis players would find themselves on the same assignment, helping build a new team?
We enjoyed lunch together between assignments and discovered another connection beyond our work. If schedules cooperate, we may even get to work out together before everyone departs on Friday.
I'll be watching for that opportunity.
By evening, I was ready to slow down a little.
I had dinner downtown with a colleague. We found a spot on the patio and enjoyed an unusually warm autumn evening as the sun began to set.
Then came an unexpected visitor.
A member of the Chamber of Commerce happened to walk by and recognize my colleague. Before long, she and her husband had joined us. Our dinner turned into an enjoyable evening of conversation and shared stories.
We talked about the community's response as we prepare for Thursday's grand opening. People have been welcoming our team with open arms, and it's encouraging to hear their enthusiasm as opening day approaches.
The evening gave us time to enjoy the people around us and talk about what we're building together.
At the end of the day, I called my wife.
Hearing her voice was a wonderful way to close out a busy day. I'm looking forward to seeing her soon. That reunion is getting closer, and I'm grateful for the time we have together when I'm home.
As I look toward Thursday, there's still plenty to do. Yesterday offered a glimpse of the relationships forming along the way: teammates working toward a shared goal, a fellow tennis player with an impressive story, and community members eager to welcome a new business.
I'm grateful I get to be part of it.
“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” — Galatians 6:9 (NIV)
Spock: Michael's schedule appears to have involved an unusually high number of changing assignments, Doctor.
Bones: That's one way to put it, Spock. I'd say the man earned a quiet evening.
Spock: And a reunion with his wife appears to be a highly anticipated event.
Bones: For once, Spock, you've got the human part exactly right.
I sometimes find the best moments tucked into a busy day. A shared lunch, an unexpected conversation at sunset, and a phone call home can stay with me long after the day's assignments are finished.
One day at a time. One percent better every day.
Captain's Log: Grateful for the people who make the journey meaningful.
Yesterday, while working on preparations for our new store opening, I had an unexpected encounter with Jamie, the University of Kansas golf coach.
He had a photograph on his phone of me making the familiar Star Trek gesture associated with the words “Live Long and Prosper.” Denise had sent it to him.
I never know where my daily writing or my growing collection of YouTube Shorts might lead. This time, a photograph had helped create a connection I hadn't anticipated.
Then I learned who Jamie was.
A Connection Through Jackson
I asked Jamie about himself, and he explained that he was Jackson's dad. Jackson had recently been hired for a seasonal position at our new store.
That gave us another connection to discuss. I was meeting the father of someone who had joined our team, and Jamie happened to coach golf at KU.
When Jamie and I spoke by phone the other day, I introduced myself by my last name, Mulligan. That gave him another reason to laugh when we connected in person.
In golf, a mulligan is a do-over—a chance to take another shot after a mistake.
The word has followed me throughout my career. I've used the idea of a mulligan when working with new team members, encouraging them to learn from mistakes and keep moving forward. Everyone makes mistakes. How we respond to them can make a difference in what happens next.
A simple introduction had turned into a conversation with an unexpected connection to my work and one of my favorite life lessons.
Building Something New
Our team had plenty to do yesterday. The new store was still under construction, so tents near the entrance served as our welcome center. Our general manager had appeared on the radio to invite people to join us.
People stopped by, asked questions, and signed up for memberships. The team stayed busy helping prospective members while preparing for the grand opening next week on stardate 10.29.2026 at 8am.
Every new membership represented another person choosing to become part of what we're building. These new members are becoming part of our family.
I was grateful to contribute and to see our team working together toward the opening.
In the middle of all that activity, the conversation with Jamie gave me another reminder of how relationships develop. We may set out to accomplish a particular task, then discover an unexpected opportunity to connect with someone along the way.
Jamie also shared something about golf at the elite level: his team is not allowed to take mulligans.
I understand the reasoning. Preparation and accountability matter when you're competing at that level. The goal is to learn from mistakes and make the next shot count.
I've carried that lesson into my own work. When I help someone develop, I want that person to feel accountable for the job while knowing that mistakes can become opportunities to learn.
One Day at a Time
My assignment has taken me away from home for an extended period. Each day brings new people to meet, new challenges to navigate, and experiences worth sharing with my readers.
Yesterday, a photograph sent by Denise brought Jamie and me together. Jackson provided another connection, and our conversation led to a story about golf, work, and the meaning of a mulligan.
I couldn't have planned that sequence.
Proverbs 16:9 offers a fitting reminder:
“In their hearts humans plan their course, but the LORD establishes their steps.” — Proverbs 16:9 (NIV)
I make plans for each day. I prepare, do my work, and try to help the people around me succeed. Sometimes, a conversation takes me somewhere I didn't expect to go.
I'm grateful for those moments. They remind me to stay attentive to the people who cross my path and to remain open to what I can learn from them.
Spock: Michael, your conversation with the golf coach demonstrates that even a routine encounter can produce an unexpected discovery.
Bones: And for once, Spock, the Captain didn't need a computer to explain the meaning of a mulligan!
Spock: I believe the Captain's experience supplied sufficient evidence, Doctor.
I've learned that a good mulligan starts with being willing to admit a mistake and take another shot. That applies to golf, to developing people, and to our own daily efforts to improve.
Some days at work become stories worth telling because of the people we meet along the way.
My assignment in Lawrence, Kansas, has given me plenty of opportunities to discover what makes a community special. Yesterday, I had the opportunity to experience that spirit at a local event celebrating Lawrence and the people, businesses, and organizations that serve its residents.
Before leaving for the event, I had an interesting encounter at our new location. A member recognized my voice from a YouTube Short connected to my blog story about Q39. The member knew my voice without seeing my face. I was shocked to discover that my story was reaching people throughout the community.
Once I arrived at the event, I found myself surrounded by people eager to participate, learn, and connect. The atmosphere was lively, and the booths offered a window into the many ways people contribute to their community.
The Lawrence mayor and Bonnie were among those who engaged with us at our booth. It was encouraging to see people take an interest in what we were doing. Conversations like these help build relationships, and relationships are an important part of making a new location feel connected to the community it serves.
There was plenty happening around our booth, too. Q39, the popular barbecue restaurant whose food I had recently reviewed, was right beside us. Their presence drew people to the area, and the team and I had an opportunity to reconnect with the people behind the food.
The Q39 team thanked us, and we talked about a possible celebration involving approximately 24 people before we return to our home locations after completing our mission. I enjoy seeing how a simple conversation can open the door to another opportunity to bring people together.
Across from our booth, another attraction caught my attention.
Meet Dash, the Robot Dog
Dash belongs to the Lawrence Police Department, which purchased the robot for $5,000. Officer Megan was there to demonstrate Dash's capabilities, using a remote control to show visitors how the robot operates.
Dash was interacting with visitors, attracting attention and helping Megan educate the public about the technology law enforcement can use in difficult situations.
What I found especially interesting was learning that Dash has a female companion robot. My impression was that the female robot resembles a Borg ship from Star Trek. That description certainly caught my attention!
The two robots can work together in hostage situations and other dangerous incidents. The companion robot has the ability to break windows to help gain entry into a scene. These capabilities can help officers assess and respond to situations where approaching directly could expose them to serious danger.
Think about the possibilities. When officers face a hostage situation or a murder-suicide scene, the risks can be considerable. Having robotic equipment that can assist in these circumstances may help limit human exposure while giving law enforcement additional ways to evaluate what is happening.
Dash's role at the event was educational, too. Megan was giving members of the public an opportunity to see the technology firsthand and learn how it can be used in the field.
I appreciated the opportunity to learn something new. Behind a robot dog that might initially look like a novelty is a practical application of technology intended to help people working in difficult and potentially dangerous circumstances.
And there I was, standing at a community event, learning about police robotics while representing our own team. You never know what you'll discover when you take the time to talk with people.
That is one of the things I enjoy about storytelling. A conversation that might otherwise last only a few minutes can become a way to share someone else's work, introduce readers to something unfamiliar, and recognize the people who serve their communities.
I also had opportunities to capture photographs and short videos. My growing interest in YouTube Shorts is teaching me to look for these moments as they happen. A short conversation can preserve a person's voice, enthusiasm, and knowledge in a way that complements the written story.
I am learning to see the world through a storyteller's eyes, one encounter at a time.
The event reminded me that a community is made up of many different kinds of people doing many different kinds of work. Some serve through food and hospitality. Others build relationships through local businesses and community organizations. Still others use technology to help protect the public.
Each has a story worth hearing.
As I continue my assignment in Lawrence, I am grateful for the opportunities to meet people, learn from them, and share what I discover. I arrived here to help a team prepare for an important opening. Along the way, I am finding lessons and stories that extend well beyond the workplace.
Sometimes the best part of an assignment is what happens between the scheduled tasks.
And sometimes, it is a robot dog named Dash.
A Scripture for the Journey
“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”
— Galatians 6:9 (NIV)
Every conversation, every act of service, and every effort to help another person contributes something worthwhile. We may not always see the results immediately, but we can keep showing up, doing our part, and looking for opportunities to encourage others.
That is a lesson I want to carry with me, one day at a time.
An Invitation to Join Me
If you enjoy these stories about faith, everyday experiences, and the good that people bring into the world, I invite you to join me on Substack.
Spock: “Michael, an interesting day indeed. Even a robotic dog can teach us something about service.”
Bones: “Just don't tell me you're going to recruit one for the next team meeting, Michael.”
Spock: “I would consider that a logical possibility, Doctor.”
Michael's Reflection
I am learning that being a storyteller begins with being willing to pay attention. I don't have to manufacture a meaningful moment. I can listen, ask questions, and give people the space to share what they know.
My encounter with the member who recognized my voice was a reminder that stories can travel farther than we realize. A blog post can become a video, a video can start a conversation, and that conversation can lead to another story worth sharing.
My prayer is that I continue to recognize these opportunities and use my words and videos to help others see the good happening around them.
One day at a time. One story at a time. And always grateful for another mulligan when I need one.
We open our Lawrence location one week from today. The new team is doing well, and members are flocking to join. As launch day approaches, I'm doing my best to manage my stress while helping prepare the team for opening day.
My last two days off included 5.5 hours of indoor pickleball and two consecutive evening swimming sessions. My sleep and energy scores are slowly returning to their normal ranges, even after an extended period away from home. I'm thankful for that progress.
Yesterday, I had to rearrange my schedule because my new pickleball friends urged me to keep playing. We were having so much fun that nobody seemed ready to call it a day.
Here's the deal with pickleball when you're on the road. You show up during open play, place your paddle in the queue according to when you arrived, wait for an open court, and play. Win and stay on the court. Lose, and you can take a break or put your paddle back in the stack. You come and go as you please.
I was shocked when I realized I'd played for three hours. It felt as though I was just getting started!
There's something wonderful about walking into a facility where you may not know anyone, putting your paddle in the queue, and meeting people through the game. Before long, you're sharing laughs, competing, and making new friends. A few hours can pass before you realize how much time has gone by.
We all need social time. Perhaps that's one reason pickleball is exploding in popularity. It brings people together through a shared activity, and friendships develop naturally along the way.
I'm thankful the Pickleball Iowa County team is working so hard to bring outdoor pickleball to our community. The courts are under construction, and I can't wait to see the progress when I get home.
My extended pickleball session meant changing my plans for swimming. I had intended to head straight to the aquatic center after playing, but I didn't realize the pool closed at 12:45 p.m. I had missed the window.
That meant returning after dinner.
By the time dinner was over, I was tempted to skip swimming. I'd already played for three hours, and relaxing for the evening sounded appealing. I thought about my commitment and headed back to the aquatic center for another 30-minute swim.
That was punch number four on my ten-visit swim card.
I was pleased to discover that swimming after dinner didn't prevent me from getting a good night's sleep. My sleep score came in at 82, and my energy score this morning was 79. Those numbers are encouraging as I continue adjusting to life away from home.
Today will be a rest day from pickleball and swimming. My body has put in a good amount of work over the past two days, and recovery deserves a place in the schedule.
Even with a full plate at work, I'm finding time to learn how to make better videos. This is a skill I want to continue developing as I transition from working toward retirement. I'm learning one video at a time, just as I continue learning from each new experience.
The mission clock is ticking. Three years and eight months to go.
I believe I'll continue finding stories as long as I'm healthy enough to travel, have new experiences, and meet people. Every new place offers opportunities to learn something and connect with someone. Yesterday, three hours on a pickleball court gave me a few more friendships and another story to share.
Scripture reminds me:
“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”
— Galatians 6:9 (NIV)
I'm thankful for the people I've met during this assignment, the team preparing for launch, and the opportunities to keep learning while I'm away from home.
Spock: Michael, your decision to return to the pool demonstrates commendable consistency. Your body may now submit a request for a slightly quieter day.
Bones: For once, Spock, I agree with the man. Three hours of pickleball and a swim? Give those muscles a little peace, Michael.
Spock: I believe that is precisely his plan, Doctor.
I'm learning to appreciate the unexpected turns in an ordinary day. Yesterday, I stayed on the court because I was enjoying the company. Later, I returned to the pool and completed my swim. Today, I'll give my body time to recover while preparing for another day at work.
There's still a store to open, a team to support, and a video or two to learn how to make.
One day at a time.
Live long and prosper.
Captain's Note:
“Our calling is not to write perfect words, but to reveal perfect grace through imperfect moments—one percent better, one day at a time.”
Yesterday was one of those days when a little flexibility opened the door to an unexpected experience.
The weather reached 73 degrees, and I was enjoying shorts and sandals. My day off had room for pickleball, swimming, and dinner with colleagues. I have been working to establish familiar routines while away from home, and these simple activities are helping me enjoy the journey.
Dinner brought us to Q39, a barbecue restaurant with a sign that caught my attention:
Championship Barbecue. Chef Driven. Always Pit to Plate.
We arrived around 4:30 p.m. I had hoped to see Sam, the server I met during an earlier visit, but her shift didn't begin until 5:00. We decided to sit down and eat.
That decision introduced us to Zander.
An Appetizer Worth Sharing
One of the appetizers caught our attention. Thick-cut fries were covered with burnt ends, melted cheese, and other toppings. It was a hearty dish, and I took a photograph to share with my readers.
There was an opportunity to do something else with the visit. Zander agreed to participate in a YouTube Short, giving me another chance to practice capturing the people and experiences I encounter during my travels.
I am grateful when someone is willing to take a few moments to share a story on camera. Every conversation helps me become more comfortable with the process.
Fifteen Seconds at a Time
For more than seventeen years, I have published a daily blog about the good Jesus is doing in my life. Thousands of stories have accumulated along the way, each preserving a little piece of my journey.
Now I am learning to bring those stories to life through video.
My earlier YouTube Shorts featuring Sam and members of the Q39 kitchen team have given me valuable practice. Yesterday's conversation with Zander continued that learning process.
Each Short gives me another opportunity to ask a question, listen carefully, and introduce viewers to someone they might enjoy meeting.
I am taking this one step at a time. There are skills to develop, technical details to learn, and plenty of opportunities to improve. I can work on those things as I go.
The daily blog remains my foundation. Video is opening another door.
A Day with Room to Breathe
The rest of the day offered its own rewards. Pickleball gave me exercise and time with other players. Swimming provided an opportunity to return to the water and continue rebuilding a routine I value.
The weather made it especially pleasant to be outside between activities. Dinner with colleagues gave us time to enjoy a good meal and conversation.
I am thankful for the freedom to make the most of a day off. There is something satisfying about allowing a day to unfold while staying open to the opportunities that come along.
The photograph of the appetizer will preserve the meal. The Short will preserve a conversation. And today's blog will keep the experience alive for readers who join me on this journey.
A Scripture for the Journey
Galatians 6:9 encourages us not to grow weary in doing good, reminding us that there is a harvest in due season if we do not give up.
That verse speaks to the daily work of writing and the new adventure of vlogging. Progress comes through continued effort. I can keep showing up, learning from each experience, and improving a little every day.
I am thankful for the people who give me a chance to practice, for the experiences that become stories, and for the good Jesus continues to place along my path.
Yesterday was a good day for learning. I published one of my best stories yet, and getting the vlog finished took considerable effort. Fortunately, I had a later start to my workday, which gave me enough time to complete the story and publish it without feeling rushed.
I appreciated having that extra time. I could concentrate on the work and enjoy the process.
Lately, I've been spending more time learning how to create YouTube Shorts. Fifteen seconds might not seem like much time to tell a story, but those short clips are teaching me a great deal about vlogging.
There is planning involved, especially when another person is part of the story. I need to coordinate with the person I'm interviewing, think about the moments I want to capture, and be ready when something interesting happens. People have their own schedules, and I want them to feel comfortable participating.
I'm learning as I go.
One of the most interesting discoveries has been the value of building a library of YouTube Shorts. Each clip gives me another piece of material I can use to enhance my storytelling. A brief conversation, an introduction to someone I've met, or a moment worth preserving can add a personal dimension to a written story.
I'm beginning to see how these pieces can work together.
My daily blog has been part of my life for many years. Now I'm learning to bring some of those stories to life through video. The skills I've developed as a writer give me a foundation, and the video work is teaching me new ways to share the experiences that matter to me.
There is plenty of work ahead. I'm genuinely satisfied with the progress I've made, and I'm enjoying the learning process. That combination keeps me motivated.
As I become more comfortable creating short clips, I can gradually expand into longer video sessions. I expect the process to evolve naturally as my experience grows. I can build on what I'm learning now without having to change everything at once.
Fifteen seconds at a time is a good place to start.
Today's plan calls for pickleball and swimming. I may attempt a few more YouTube Shorts if the right moments present themselves. I don't know whether an opportunity will arise, but I'm learning to recognize the possibilities when they do.
For now, I'm enjoying the chance to develop a new skill. There is something satisfying about being a student again, working through the challenges, and discovering that yesterday's difficult task becomes a little easier with practice.
One percent better, one day at a time.
A Little Encouragement
Proverbs 16:3 offers a fitting reminder:
Commit thy works unto the LORD, and thy thoughts shall be established.
I can make plans, prepare for an interview, and work to improve my videos. The results will come through patience, practice, and a willingness to keep learning. I'll do my part and trust Jesus with the rest.
Spock: Michael's collection of fifteen-second videos is developing into a useful storytelling resource. His learning curve appears to be heading in a promising direction.
Bones: That's encouraging, Spock. Just make sure he remembers to put the camera down long enough to enjoy his pickleball game and get in the pool!
Michael's Reflection: I'm grateful for the opportunity to keep learning. Yesterday's work showed me how much I can accomplish when I give myself the time to do it well. Today brings another chance to practice, whether I'm holding a camera, carrying a pickleball paddle, or swimming a few laps. I have a lot left to learn, and I'm looking forward to it.
I walked into Q39 after numerous people in the local community insisted I give this restaurant a try. Their recommendations finally convinced me to visit.
There is always an awkward moment when I walk into a restaurant to dine alone. The hosts naturally point toward the bar area, where solo diners can find a seat. Last night, I was greeted by Sam.
I told her this was my first visit. She welcomed me and seated me in the center of the dining area. When I asked who would be serving me, she smiled and replied, “Me.”
That was my introduction to Sam, and it set the tone for the entire evening.
Perhaps the extensive training she received contributed to her approach. I suspect her natural personality deserves plenty of credit, too.
A Ribeye and a Conversation
I had already decided what I wanted after looking at the online menu. I was planning to order a Kansas City steak but I couldn't find it on the menu Sam brought to my table.
Sam explained that the restaurant was changing its menu as the season changed. Much to my surprise, my favorite cut, the ribeye, was featured on the new menu.
She explained why the ribeye is a favorite, even though it is available only during certain seasons. She also shared information about the restaurant's commitment to local ingredients and the ten-step certification process the Angus beef undergoes.
I wanted to know more, and Sam was happy to share.
Our conversation turned to the training she received to become proficient at her craft. I was curious about the time invested in preparing employees to serve customers properly.
That curiosity would become an important part of my evening.
When Dinner Became an Experience
I was surprised when Josh, the manager on duty, accompanied another server to my table with my food.
My oh my.
If they happen to serve food in Heaven, this is it.
The presentation was wonderful, and the meal lived up to the anticipation. I was enjoying every bite.
I asked Sam if she would be willing to appear in a YouTube Short for a restaurant review I was planning to write.
She lit up.
Her enthusiasm was contagious. I had been writing daily stories for years, and I was discovering new ways to share the people and experiences that make life special. Sam's response gave me the spark to capture this visit on video.
Moments later, Zach, the chef, approached my table, introduced himself, and offered me a tour of the kitchen.
I was beside myself with joy.
The evening was unfolding in ways I never anticipated. I had arrived because people in the community recommended Q39. Sam's enthusiasm inspired me to record a video, and now Zach was inviting me behind the scenes.
Sam returned to check on me and share more about the family behind the restaurant. She asked me to turn around and look at the trophy case I hadn't even noticed when I walked in.
There they were: awards recognizing Q39's achievements in national barbecue competitions.
Sam explained that the trophies displayed at this location were unique to this restaurant. The collection was not duplicated at the other three locations.
I had come to appreciate the food. Now I was learning about the people and the history behind it.
One Man's Vision Becomes a Family Legacy
The founder, Rob Magee, had a vision. He dreamed big and worked to turn that dream into reality.
Kansas City has long been famous for its barbecue. Rob built a place for himself in that proud tradition.
Today, four restaurants serve customers, and the business has earned hundreds of national awards, including grand-prize honors and prize money.
A dream became a business, and that business became a family legacy.
Collin, Rob's son, joined me at my table and shared stories about his family. He told me about a barbecue competition he entered while still in grade school. His father coached him step by step, helping him earn a third-place trophy.
A photograph of father and son hangs on the walls of Q39, with the younger Collin wearing a chef's hat. I took a photograph to capture Collin alongside the image of his proud father.
That childhood trophy carries a special meaning. It represents a father who invested his time in teaching his son, sharing his knowledge, and helping him discover what he could accomplish.
Rob's influence remains visible throughout the restaurants.
The family's story continues today, with Collin's mother, Kelly Magee, at the helm. Rob's legacy lives on throughout all four restaurants in the Kansas City and Lawrence areas, a lasting reminder of the vision he brought to life.
The Secret Sauce Is in the Details
One thing Sam shared with me has stayed with me: the time and attention invested in training new employees.
At Q39, training is a priority. The restaurant invests in helping new hires learn their responsibilities and understand the standards expected of them.
That investment matters.
A restaurant can serve exceptional food, but the people who welcome guests, answer questions, explain the menu, and deliver the meal help shape the entire experience.
Sam demonstrated that from the moment I walked through the door.
Her enthusiasm encouraged me to ask questions. Those questions led to conversations about the food, the kitchen, the family, and the training that supports the restaurant's service.
The secret sauce is in the details.
I see a connection to what I have been learning during my away mission. Whether we're training a new employee, welcoming a customer, or building relationships in a community, the details matter. People remember how we make them feel.
The same principle applies to storytelling.
I could have written about any number of exceptional restaurants. The community recommendations brought me to Q39, and Sam's welcome inspired me to tell this story.
Before the evening was over, I had recorded YouTube Shorts featuring Sam and Zach. Sam even scanned my QR code so she could read the story when it was published.
I love that she will have an opportunity to see how her enthusiasm inspired me to share the experience with others.
A Place I'll Visit Again
Q39 has earned a place on my list of restaurants to revisit before my time on assignment comes to an end.
When my wife visits, this is one of the places I want to take her.
I look forward to sharing the food, introducing her to a place the local community encouraged me to discover, and telling her about the people I met along the way.
If you're looking for a memorable restaurant experience in the Kansas City or Lawrence area, put Q39 on your list. Make a reservation, give yourself time to enjoy the meal, and take a moment to appreciate the people who make the experience special.
Your taste buds will thank you.
I arrived at Q39 because people in the community recommended it. I left with a wonderful meal, new connections, and a story I was excited to share.
Sometimes, a simple welcome is all it takes to get a good story started.
Thank you, Sam, Zach, Josh, Collin, Timm, Kelly, and the Q39 team for an evening I never expected and won't soon forget.
“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord.” — Colossians 3:23 (NIV)
Sam's enthusiasm, Zach's invitation to see the kitchen, and the care invested in training the team reminded me how much our work can mean to others. We may never know when a small act of kindness will encourage someone to share a story that reaches far beyond the moment.
Spock: Michael, the evidence suggests that the restaurant's hospitality made a significant impression on you.
Bones: And he managed to turn dinner into a video production. I'm beginning to think the man can't eat a meal without finding a story.
Spock: An intriguing talent, Doctor. His next mission may require a larger memory card.
I have spent years looking for stories in the everyday moments of life. Last night reminded me that the people we meet can give us something wonderful to share. I'm grateful the community pointed me toward Q39, and I'm especially grateful Sam made me feel welcome enough to ask questions, start recording, and discover a family story I might otherwise have missed.
One person, one conversation, one story at a time.
Some days begin with a little unexpected exercise.
Saturday morning, I was getting ready to leave my hotel for an early morning haircut when I discovered the windows on my rental van were frozen. I could have waited for them to de-ice. A 0.4-mile walk seemed like a better plan.
So I jumped out of my van and began walking.
That short walk set the tone for a high-energy day. I arrived just after the doors were opened and enjoyed a great visit with Domonique, the store manager. During our conversation, I discovered she was good friends with Amanda, the store manager who had cut my hair during my previous assignment in Lee's Summit.
Small world.
I also shared a story about how her franchise had helped me make an important decision concerning a vaccine offered during COVID-19. It was a meaningful conversation, and I left looking forward to my day off.
Back at the hotel, I got my laundry done and headed to the indoor pool. I worked on some practice footage for YouTube Shorts, experimenting with ways to capture video while swimming and filming from the poolside.
There is something satisfying about learning a little more each time I try something new. The progress may be small, but it keeps me moving forward.
Later, I went to worship at a church I had never attended before. My usual church was closed for fall break, so I had an opportunity to experience a different congregation.
The homily stayed with me.
The pastor spoke about a group of religious leaders who came together to challenge Jesus. These were people who disagreed with one another on plenty of things. For this moment, however, they shared a common purpose. They wanted to trap Him.
As a Star Trek fan, I thought of the Kobayashi Maru, the famous no-win scenario designed to test a Starfleet officer. The leaders believed they had put Jesus in a similar position.
Their question concerned paying taxes to Caesar.
Jesus asked them whose image appeared on the denarius. They answered that it was Caesar's. He responded with the familiar words about giving Caesar what belonged to Caesar and giving God what belonged to God.
I had heard that passage many times.
Then the pastor took us back to Genesis.
Scripture tells us that God created human beings in His own image. The pastor invited us to consider what that meant for the question Jesus had asked about the image on the coin.
The coin bore Caesar's image.
We bear God's image.
Suddenly, the familiar passage carried a deeper meaning for me. The question reached beyond the coin and the tax. It invited me to consider my own identity and to whom I belong.
I left church with that thought on my mind.
The day continued with dinner alongside a colleague. Eventually, I returned to my hotel, grateful for a day that had included a good walk, a meaningful haircut appointment, laundry, progress on a creative project, time in the pool, and a new perspective on Scripture.
Before going to sleep, I had plenty to be thankful for.
Genesis 1:27 reminds us that God created humankind in His image. That truth has been present since the beginning of the biblical story. Sometimes, hearing a familiar passage through another person's eyes helps us see something we have overlooked.
Perhaps that is one of the gifts of making room for new experiences. We meet new people, hear familiar stories, and discover another layer of meaning.
Spock: Michael, the evidence suggests that your Saturday included a successful away mission and a significant theological discovery.
Bones: Spock, he went for a haircut, swam in a pool, and went to church. Must you turn everything into a mission report?
Spock: Doctor, the question of belonging is hardly a minor matter.
I've shared with a few friends why these two characters mean so much to me. Spock reminds me of my father, a man whose approach leaned toward logic and whose emotions were almost never on display. Bones reminds me of my mother, whose empathy comes through in the way she approaches people. The two characters frequently disagree, and their exchanges have always meant something a little deeper to me.
Maybe that's part of why I enjoy bringing them along on this journey. Their banter gives me a way to honor two people who helped shape my life, each with a different way of seeing the world.
And on Saturday, after hearing that we are created in God's image, I found myself thinking about all the people whose influence becomes part of who we are.
CJ is so popular at Texas Roadhouse that his bar stool has his initials engraved on it. His portrait hangs above the bar. Every employee knows who he is.
This was my second time meeting him. The bar was full when I asked if I could sit next to him. He began telling me stories about the employees, and I listened carefully. CJ speaks softly, so I found myself leaning in to catch every word.
One of the employees approached him and mentioned that a birthday celebration was about to begin. I soon realized this was a familiar routine. Whenever the employees celebrated, CJ knew what was coming.
CJ is a Vietnam veteran who carries a gun. He once experienced a flashback during a particularly loud celebration and perceived a threat. The experience left a lasting impression on the people around him.
Last night, I watched CJ put his fingers in his ears as the noise began to rise. When the celebration ended, the bartender approached him and patted the bar to let him know everything was okay.
That small gesture stayed with me.
CJ later pulled out his cell phone and showed me a collection of photographs he had taken of current and former Texas Roadhouse employees. He knew their stories and enjoyed sharing them with me.
Among those photographs was Andrew, a 27-year-old entrepreneur who now owns the place where I eat many of my meals while away from home.
During our conversation, I spotted Kayla, our new general manager, sitting in the dining area. I thought it would be fun to arrange a little surprise.
I told Andrew about Kayla and asked if he would walk over, call her by name, and check on how she was doing.
Andrew agreed.
CJ and I watched from the bar as Andrew carried out the plan. I will remember that little stunt long after my assignment is complete.
There's something wonderful about watching people connect. A familiar face, a remembered name, or a simple question about how someone is doing can make an ordinary evening memorable.
CJ doesn't know I'm a writer. He has no idea that today's story is about him. I want people to see his picture and recognize a man whose service to our country is part of a much larger story.
Behind the engraved bar stool and the portrait above the bar is a person with memories and experiences that stay with him. The people at Texas Roadhouse know CJ. They have learned how to look out for him, and they make room for him in their daily lives.
Watching CJ interact with the people around him reminded me how much we can learn when we take the time to listen. Every person we meet carries a story we may never fully know.
May God bless CJ and all the people who surround him. Thank you, CJ, for your service to our country.
Psalm 23:4 reminds us that even when we walk through the darkest valley, we are not alone. Sometimes the reassurance we need arrives through the quiet kindness of another person.
Spock: Michael, your evening at the bar provided a valuable lesson in human connection.
Bones: I'll say, Spock. The man went out for dinner and came home with another story. I suppose that's what happens when you actually talk to people.
Spock: An effective way to expand one's understanding of humanity, Doctor.
Michael's Reflection
I am grateful for the people who cross my path and trust me with a little piece of their lives. I may never know their entire stories, but I can listen, show kindness, and remember their names.
Please pardon my emotions this morning. I'm overwhelmed by the Facebook responses to my request to send Mom a happy birthday wish.
Next-door neighbors from my childhood chimed in with their well wishes. Memories were shared. The Ortas. The Gibsons. The Dugans. The Holzers. Friends who knew me as Spoons from my busboy days at the Arbor. Grade school and high school classmates. Mom's Dale Carnegie instructor, who is also my lifelong friend. Tennis buddies. Joni, my accountability partner. Mom's siblings, including my Aunt Marcie, the family historian.
The birthday wishes are still coming in. I can already picture the look on Mom's face when she sees this outpouring of love.
This brings me to something Mom asked me to help with during a recent phone conversation. I'll plant the seed here. Mom wants two celebrations of life while she's still here to enjoy them.
One would be for her close friends, a group that has grown smaller over the years. The other would welcome everyone who simply wants to spend time with her, perhaps one evening at a restaurant with a gathering space large enough for us all.
My siblings live closer to Mom and can help make these celebrations happen. As for me, I'm all in. I don't think Mom would mind if we siblings brought our own friends to the party, either!
If this is something you're curious about, stay tuned.
Since Mom has been away, she hasn't had access to my stories on her computer. Yesterday, I read her birthday story over the phone before sunrise. I even mimicked the voices of Spock and Bones in the Captain's Addendum.
My wife gave me permission to share a private photograph of the three of us on the Big Island during our last vacation together, about a year ago. Mom loved hearing the story and learning about the photograph.
Then came another special moment, the icing on the cake.
On her birthday, Mom captured a picture of the morning sun peeking over the horizon in Mexico. She sent it to me, revealing the view she and two of my siblings have been raving about.
My virtual editor, Alberta, now operating at the GPT-6 level, asked me what I felt when I looked at the photograph.
Pure joy, I responded.
Yesterday, I asked you to help Mom celebrate her 87th birthday. Your response has been a gift to her and to me. Seeing so many familiar names brought back years of memories and reminded me how many people have been part of our family's story.
Scripture for today
“This is the day the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.” — Psalm 118:24 (KJV)
Mom is enjoying these days with family and friends, and I'm grateful she wants to gather the people she loves while she can share those moments with them.
Please keep Mom and my siblings in your prayers as they make their way home today. May they have a safe journey.
Captain's Addendum
Spock: Michael, the evidence suggests your mother's birthday celebration has extended well beyond the original mission parameters.
Bones: And for once, Spock, I think the only prescription is another celebration!
I have a feeling Mom's idea may bring many people together. I'll be happy to do my part. Some moments deserve to be shared while everyone is here to enjoy them.
Today, my mother, Gloria, celebrates her 87th birthday.
She has read nearly all 6,250-plus stories I've published over the years. Today, one of those stories belongs to her.
A while back, Mom called to ask if she could join me on a trip to the United Kingdom. I explained that there would be plenty of walking. Scotland is a hilly place, and exploring its cities and countryside would require stamina.
She took that information and made it her mission to prepare.
Living in Sunnyslope, Arizona, Mom pushed herself to walk every day. The summer heat there can reach extremes, yet she kept going. She walked up and down the hills in her neighborhood, building her endurance for the journey ahead.
Along the way, she greeted people.
I know her neighborhood through the stories she shares about the people she meets. She takes the time to talk with passersby, including strangers who soon become familiar faces. Mom loves people. She loves travel. Her curiosity about the world keeps her moving forward.
Mom eventually sustained a minor injury and had to cancel her trip to Scotland and London.
My partners at DoNotAge® had invited her to meet their researchers, scientists, and staff at their second annual international conference in London. As one of their oldest consumers, she was going to have a seat at the table with me.
Mom wanted to learn. She wanted to hear directly from the people working in healthy longevity and understand what their research might teach her about living a longer, healthier life.
When the trip became impossible, she had one request for me.
Take good notes.
She wanted me to bring home what I learned so she could continue her own journey toward living long and prospering.
That is my mom. She continues to be a lifelong learner.
At 87, she remains highly motivated to make the most of the years ahead. I don't know anyone in her age group who approaches the possibility of another decade of life with quite the determination she does. While I'm honoring her, I want to give a special shoutout to the oldest person I know in my circle of friends who is now 102. Well done, Mary A. Keep it up!
Today, Mom is celebrating her birthday in Mexico with two of my five siblings. Traveling to a foreign country at her age comes with challenges, as she and my siblings would readily tell you.
On the way to her resort, Mom experienced two tire blowouts. A power outage also wiped out all the food she had stored in her refrigerator.
Then she called me to describe something wonderful.
The incredible view of the ocean she gets to enjoy every morning when she wakes up.
I keep thinking about that conversation. After the unexpected challenges of her trip, she wanted to share the beauty waiting for her each morning. I could picture her looking out over the water and taking in the view.
Tomorrow, Mom will return home from Mexico. I hope she carries wonderful memories of her birthday celebration with my siblings.
She continues to teach me through the way she lives. Her daily walks show her determination. Her conversations with strangers reveal how much she enjoys connecting with people. Her interest in the science of healthy longevity reminds me that we can keep learning and setting goals at any age.
Mom, you are my inspiration. You are my hero.
Happy 87th birthday, Gloria.
To my readers, I have one birthday wish of my own.
Please join me in wishing my mother a happy 87th birthday. She may not see your messages until tomorrow, when she returns home from Mexico, but I know your kind words will mean a great deal to her.
May all her birthday wishes come true.
And may she continue to inspire all of us for all the days of her life.
A Scripture for Mom
“They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green.”
Psalm 92:14 (NIV)
Mom has reached 87 with a determination to keep learning, exploring, and embracing the days ahead. I pray that God continues to bless her with strength, good health, and many more opportunities to enjoy the people and places she loves.
Yesterday reminded me how quickly an ordinary day can change.
My morning routine was already off schedule. My mother is vacationing in Mexico to celebrate her 87th birthday tomorrow. During our phone conversation that morning, she told me about two tire blowouts she experienced while driving to her resort!
I'm grateful we could talk. Having Mom celebrate another birthday is a blessing, and I'm looking forward to marking this milestone with her.
Meanwhile, I had brought my sardines with me, intending to keep my daily nutrition routine intact. Conversations with colleagues took over, and I never got around to eating them.
By the time I finished work, I hadn't eaten anything all day.
And then the sky began to change.
My manager on duty warned us about the approaching storm and offered permission to punch out early. I left about twenty minutes ahead of my usual time.
I'm glad I did.
Lightning was striking all around me. Dark clouds were moving in at an estimated 25 miles per hour, and bolts of lightning illuminated the sky. One of the light poles stood beside my rental vehicle, so I kept my distance from the poles as I made my way to the vehicle.
I wasn't interested in becoming part of the weather report!
I had roughly four miles to travel in the direction ahead of the approaching storm. My timing worked out, and I reached the area around my hotel just before the rain arrived.
Before entering Texas Roadhouse, I stopped to take pictures. Texas Roadhouse and Chili's are the two restaurants next to my hotel. The photographs captured the dramatic change in the sky.
I was hungry and wanted to get my food before the weather caused further problems. The restaurant was full, so I headed to the bar. Toby and Bella took care of me right away.
I was concerned that a lightning strike might knock out the power. I wanted to get my meal while the kitchen was still operating and return to my hotel room safely.
While talking with a colleague on my cell phone about the storm, I attracted the attention of people nearby. They began asking what was happening outside.
I showed them my photographs.
After seeing the pictures, the people around me got up and left so they could reach safety.
I'm glad I could help them recognize the danger. The storm had developed quickly, and the people inside hadn't realized what was approaching.
I managed to eat my dinner and return to my hotel room before the heaviest rain arrived.
The storm continued through the night. Rain poured down, lightning flashed, and thunder kept me company for hours.
My sleep took a hit. My energy score this morning was 80, while my sleep score was 40. I recorded 5 hours and 21 minutes of actual sleep.
Those numbers give me something to work with as I continue my effort to improve one percent every day and every night.
This morning brings a welcome opportunity to reset. I have the day off, and I'm looking forward to a couple of hours of pickleball open play at the recreation center, followed by lap swimming. My goal is 45 minutes of lap time.
The hope is to get my sleep back on track with more physical activity today. I'll pay attention to how I feel and adjust my pace as needed.
As I look back on yesterday, I'm grateful for my manager's warning and the opportunity to leave early. I'm thankful I reached the restaurant before the rain and made it back to my hotel. I'm also glad the photographs helped other people recognize the approaching danger.
Psalm 23:4 has been on my mind:
“Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”
The verse reminds me that I can turn to Jesus when circumstances become frightening and uncertain. I can give thanks for the people who helped me, reflect on the decisions I made, and trust Him as I move forward.
Today, I'll carry that gratitude with me as I enjoy the day I've been given.
Stumbling forward, one percent better, one day at a time.
The mayor of Lawrence and his staff are now part of our family at my day job. We're excited to welcome him back in a couple of weeks to cut the ribbon and greet our new members.
Yesterday, I had the opportunity to be in the room with the mayor and support our new manager. Our general manager is working through the many details involved in getting our new location ready. The weather has been mostly sunny and warm, although a storm is expected later this afternoon. We'll keep moving forward with our October 29 opening.
I asked the mayor what he hoped to see from us when we opened our doors. His answer gave me a better understanding of the opportunity ahead. Lawrence sits between Topeka and Kansas City, and money moves in both directions between those areas. He expressed hope that our presence would help bring more money into Lawrence.
I don't share much about my day job because I'm not an authorized spokesperson for my employer. My stories are about my personal experiences. If I receive permission to interview someone authorized to speak about our culture, I'd enjoy sharing more with you.
I'm feeling a little nostalgic as I think about this stage of my career. The countdown clock keeps ticking, and Luuuucy is waiting in the driveway for me to turn her into a vacation home on wheels. There are adventures ahead, and I'm looking forward to discovering them.
For now, I'm thankful to play a supporting role alongside colleagues who are passionate about serving others. I enjoy watching people work together toward a common goal. There's satisfaction in helping others succeed and seeing a new opportunity take shape.
I also enjoy a good health experiment. Tomorrow is a day off, and I hope to spend some of it playing pickleball during free play at the local recreation center. Afterward, I'll head to the aquatic center for a lap swim. My goal is to use all ten punches on my recreation pass before this assignment ends.
One day at a time, I'm finding ways to serve, stay active, and prepare for whatever comes next.
My wife's favorite verse seems fitting for a day like this:
This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.
Spock: Michael, your colleagues appear to have a capable support officer. Your next mission also includes pickleball and swimming.
Bones: At least those assignments come with a little exercise, Michael. Just don't turn counting pool laps into another countdown clock.
Michael's reflection: I'm grateful for the opportunity to help others succeed while preparing for the adventures waiting at home. There is still plenty of life to experience, one faithful day at a time.
Today's mission has been set. The mayor of Lawrence has requested a meeting with our team and his staff. They have been gathering information about us, and today we have an opportunity to meet in his office.
There is great anticipation this morning.
I've been asked to support a new manager during the meeting. I've supported employees on previous missions, and this assignment brings back familiar memories. My role today is to be there for the manager and help where I can.
We're also bringing chocolate cake from the bakery at another location. It's a little taste of what our team has to offer.
Golden Hour will be short today. I want to clock in early so we can prepare for the meeting and make our way downtown.
As I get ready, one familiar tune comes to mind.
We're off to see the Wizard!
I don't know how today's meeting will unfold. I'm grateful for the invitation and the opportunity to support a fellow manager. I'll bring the experience I've gained from previous assignments and trust Jesus with the rest.
“This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.” — Psalm 118:24 (NIV)
Today is a new day, and a new opportunity to serve.
Bones: “Chocolate cake, Michael? Now that's what I call preparing for a diplomatic mission.”
Spock: “An offering with a high probability of generating goodwill, Doctor.”
Bones: “Just make sure the new manager gets the credit, Michael. That's what supporting a teammate is all about.”
I've learned over the years that some of the most meaningful work happens when we help someone else succeed. This morning, I'll walk into the room ready to do my part and see where the mission leads.
Yesterday was a day off from my day job, and I used the time to explore my new surroundings.
My body is still adjusting to the time change from my recent travels in the UK. Getting my rhythms back in sync has taken patience. Rest days have become an important part of that process.
This morning, I woke up feeling better. My sleep report showed steady improvement, which was encouraging to see. I'm learning to give my body the time it needs while continuing to work toward my health goals.
One percent better every day.
The Words Came Back to Me
My supply of sardines had run out, so I returned to the area of my previous assignment to replenish my stock. I picked up six more cartons and encountered several managers and staff members I had worked with during my training assignment.
As we caught up, something wonderful happened. Several people, independently of one another, told me they were working to get 1% better every day.
Those words stayed with me.
I've spent years trying to live by that philosophy. When I'm learning something new, I make plenty of mistakes. I need my share of mulligans, those opportunities to try again after getting something wrong.
I've learned to accept that part of the process. I take responsibility, learn what I can, and keep moving forward. That approach helps me manage my anxiety when I'm facing a new challenge.
Hearing those familiar words from people I had worked with made my day. I returned to my current assignment feeling fulfilled.
The First Swim
Later that afternoon, I used the first punch on my aquatic center membership card. Ten visits were available, and I was ready to begin building a new routine.
The Olympic-size pool gave me my own lane. I alternated among several swimming strokes and worked toward my goal of thirty minutes in the water. I took a few brief rests along the way and completed the session.
After swimming, I moved to a second pool with jacuzzi jets to soothe my muscles.
Thirty minutes in the water felt good. I had challenged my body, reached my goal, and taken the first step toward a habit I hope to maintain for the rest of my life.
Nine punches remain on my card.
An Invitation to the Wedding Feast
After my swim, I showered and made my way to the University of Kansas campus for its 4 p.m. Saturday worship service.
The priest reminded me of Fr. Mike Schmitz, whom I met during an earlier work assignment. His homily centered on the parable of the wedding feast.
The invitations had gone out, but the invited guests didn't respond. Messengers were sent to remind them, and those messengers were killed. The host eventually opened the invitation to everyone, including people others might have considered unworthy of an invitation.
The pastor spoke about Jesus inviting you and me to be with Him.
He wants us at the wedding feast, even when we think we don't belong.
That message went straight to my heart.
I know my flaws. I know how many times I've needed a mulligan. Sometimes I carry those shortcomings with me longer than I should.
Yesterday's homily reminded me that Jesus wants me with Him. His invitation is there, and I can accept it.
What a beautiful expression of love.
One More Day, One More Step
This morning, I woke up feeling better, and my sleep report supported that feeling. I'm ready to seize the day.
I have more work to do as my body recovers from travel. I'm also establishing routines in a new environment, and I know those habits will take time to develop.
I'll keep working at it.
The next time I visit the pool, I'll punch another hole in my card. Each visit gives me an opportunity to practice a habit that can support my health for years to come.
And I'll keep making room for the occasional mulligan. That's part of learning, whether I'm working on my health, beginning a new assignment, or trying to become a better person.
Jesus continues to invite me forward, and I have another day to say yes.
Scripture
"This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."
Spock: Michael, the evidence suggests that consistent effort is producing measurable progress. Your former colleagues appear to have adopted the same philosophy.
Bones: And he managed to get his swim in, hear a good homily, and rest his muscles. Maybe there's hope for that body of his yet.
Spock: Your bedside manner remains as precise as ever, Doctor.
Michael's Reflection
I'll take the progress, Doctor. I'll take the mulligans, too. Every new day gives me another opportunity to learn, to grow, and to accept the invitation Jesus keeps extending.
