What’s remarkable?
This morning at 5:05, I drove away from my house outside of New York City. I flew out of White Plains on USAir… and it worked.
At 7:25 am, I was at the White House on Pennsylvania Avenue. (No, my meeting wasn’t at the White House, it was next door, but still). No hassles, no affronts, no work stoppages, no FAA inspections, no surly overworked attendants, no lost items or near arrests or runway tie ups or traffic jams.
A few years ago, this was normal. Not worth remarking on. Today, it’s a friggin miracle.
What it takes to be remarkable changes every day. Which means you have to change as well.