Making it Happen

I was in the City (of London, that is) early yesterday morning. The Starbucks opened at 0629. The manager was up-front, cheerful. Getting the drinks flowing for the - as yet - low volume, but steady flow of customers. Between servings he was coaching - discretely - his team on how to make the best of the food display. He was making it happen.
I walked across to the conference centre for 0730 to set up for the work-shop. The manager of the centre - to get to work - had cycled to Maidenhead station, where he had left his bicycle. Caught the train to Paddington. Run (yes, run) from Paddington to Tower Hill where the conference centre is. He does that five days a week. He was making it happen.
At 1730 as I headed to the tube line, I bought an Evening Standard from the seller who was surrounded by free newsapper issuers. He was cheerful, funny and thanked me for for my business. All for 50p. Transaction after transaction.He was making it happen.
Whatever you do today: make it happen.