Toast and luck.

Life status:

Staring at the leg I didn’t finish shaving. Listening to the washing machine spin. Burning a “Gilmore Girls” candle from Ulta. It’s latte scented. Super.

I feel dull. Full of small, silly errors or lapses in judgement. I’ve been off my game lately. Veering off in incorrect directions, coming to the wrong conclusions... Damn! At least I am still IN the game? But how do I fix this? Is it fixable?

It better be, because I’m running out of options. Note to self - look back on your past and trust God.

I thought sleeping more would get my gears back in place. I’ve gone to bed early the past 2-3 days. Early to work even. At least it’s not worse. Worse is always possible.

Carrying too much and wobbly. I do that in grocery stores too - carry around as much as I can fit in both hands and careen around the aisles trying not to not drop everything.

I usually make it work, even though it is ALWAYS uncomfortable.

A question for myself: What should I drop? What is taking up extra space in my mind that I can get rid of? It‘s gonna take more than one blog post to figure that out.

Still… I’d call myself lucky.

But luck isn’t made of casino jackpots or convenient parking spaces. It’s not having a button nose or a family that loves you.

Luck is being just busy enough to forget that you’re ordinary. Or getting your way when you really shouldn’t. Luck is speaking your truth and finding believers.

Here’s to more books and trips to the park. Here’s to an expanding world. Here’s to scraping off the things that hurt like the charred part of bad toast.

I am so lucky.