The 5 AM bus ride that made me catch my own autopilot
Last Tuesday I took the 5:12 AM bus downtown for a client meeting, but I got on the 5:28 by mistake because I wasn't paying attention to the schedule. I sat there for 16 minutes before realizing I was heading to the wrong stop, and instead of getting annoyed, I noticed how my brain just defaults to the usual route without checking. Does anyone else have those moments where you catch yourself running on habit and it honestly feels like a tiny wake-up call?