Feeling joyful this morning. We're getting ready to take a road trip tomorrow and I tend to get a little insightful the day before. I did not win the lottery. I didn't even buy a ticket for myself but I did go buy some numbers for my girls in Alaska.
Which got me to thinking...
I've already won the lottery in life. A blog post wouldn't be nearly enough room to share all the good things that have happened to me but those girls in Alaska are just one of the half-billion payoffs in my life, if people were money.
I heard on the news early this week the Washington Powerball was up to the highest amount it has ever been. I wondered to myself if my girls were going to contact me to buy a few chances. They did. And, I did. I spent my lunch hour driving over to the gas station to buy chances at a new life for my former sister-in-laws, still-my-friends, hair-designing women. I rarely ever buy tickets for myself and yesterday was no exception. I'm not much of a gambler but I imagined myself feeling great joy if my girls should happen to win. I could be happy for them, no doubt about it. With no expectations.
I headed back to work with the tickets in my purse, texted the numbers and as in past years, thought about those hairdressers talking all afternoon about winning the lottery. I could imagine the conversation as those girls have been in my life since I was 19 years old. They are family. I'm sure their heads were swimming with ideas about how they'd spend all that money. They would have gotten their wet-headed clients in on the conversation, too. Oh, they'd donate some of it to this charity or that. They'd take a long vacation, probably even quit their jobs. I would!
This morning, pre-road-trip day, I'm jazzed about the long winding road ahead of me tomorrow. I'm excited to visit a city we've only passed through many times on our way from here to somewhere.
I hit the lottery several years ago and I've been receiving it in daily, monthly, yearly installments.