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Was today typical?

My days? Pretty predictable, typical, and I’m totally okay with that. I’m a creature of habit, sticking to the same routine from the moment I roll out of bed to when I finally crash at night. I thrive on the comfort of “typical.” Shake things up? That takes some serious planning, and honestly, I’d rather save my brainpower for work. But here’s the thing—life doesn’t care about my love for routine. It’s like life’s got a mischievous side, tossing curveballs my way just when I think I’ve got it all figured out. Those unexpected twists force me to pivot, adapt, and rethink my game plan. Luckily, I’ve got a secret weapon: five decades of experience. Yup, I’ve racked up plenty of wisdom—and a fair share of epic fails—over the years. Those lessons? They’re like guardrails, steering me toward the path of least disaster. Here’s to keeping the chaos at bay… Was today typical?

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What makes you nervous?

At 57, after navigating a lifetime of highs and lows, very little makes me nervous. When news breakswhether it’s a potential problem or an unexpected curveballmy mind doesn’t freeze. Instead, it shifts into analytical mode, a skill I’ve honed over decades. I weigh the pros and cons, consider what could go wrong, and evaluate how it might affect me or my loved ones. Fortunately, I’ve always had a knack for finding solutions. They may not be perfect, but they’re practical and effective for my humble life. Once I map out a plan, I focus on the next steps and dive into action. There’s no room for nervous jittersjust a clear path forward. This mindset has been my anchor through life’s storms.

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Are you superstitious?

Am I superstitious? Honestly, I don’t have the time to find out. My days are a whirlwind of deadlines and to-dos, leaving little room for pondering omens or decoding signs. Between juggling work and keeping my life on track, superstitions barely get a passing thought. That said, I’m not immune to their charm. Spot a lucky omenlike a four-leaf clover or a perfectly timed rainbowand I’ll smile, quietly grateful for the boost. But when something unlucky crosses my patha black cat darting by or a cracked mirrorI just shrug, sigh, and keep moving. Life doesn’t pause for superstition, and neither do I. Omens can wait; my schedule can’t.