Lucky New Year
"There was once an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day, his horse ran away...."
- It’s been years since I have felt more like the farmer’s neighbors than the farmer in this tale. Until recently, when I succumbed. Life got to me.
- Since then I have felt a bit like a pinball, ricocheting from “good luck” day to “back luck” day and back again, out of control and overwhelmed by events. I have had to remind myself more than once that the days are – and the luck is – neither good nor bad. They are simply days – and luck.
- (By the way, that’s exactly how I have been describing my experiences; in fact, just this morning, I texted a friend on his way to a job interview, “Good luck today!” And what I want to say right now is, "What good luck for me that writing this newsletter was on my agenda for the day!")