This morning I was at the gym at 8 a.m. Unfortunately, the person who was supposed to open the gym was not.

After a few minutes I took it as a sign that my plan was supposed to change. I had planned on working out and then going into Manhattan for Sunday service at the Sacred Center for Spiritual Living. Instead I went to a cafe and wrote morning pages that helped me sort out a few things that have been on my mind. Then I went to service feeling clear.

I might have done that clearing on the treadmill.

But then again, I might not have.