Well, crap … I didn’t win the Powerball.
I don’t often play the lottery, but I like to buy a few tickets when the jackpots get really big.
And before all of you annoying “Lottery = Stupidity Tax” killjoys get fired up, give me a word in my defense: I completely get the fact that I’m not going to win. The odds are simply too long. For me, the main attraction is fantasy: “What would I do if …?” Thinking about stuff like that is just … well, fun. What’s so wrong about that?
But then the numbers are drawn and reality sets in.
Here’s what’s cool, though: Post-lottery life doesn’t just go on — it usually rocks.
Think about it:
- I’m married to the smartest, most beautiful, most talented, most flat-out freakin’ awesome woman in the entire world — as of today, in fact, we’ve been happily married for 15 years, and we both feel amazingly lucky.
- We have a gorgeous 10-year-old daughter who’s pretty good most of time … which is a nice way of saying she hasn’t killed us yet.
- I have a job I love, working for people I adore, and our members are holding this nation’s financial core together with their insight and business acumen.
See where I’m going here?
Life, for the most part, is really, really good.
I should have written this on Thanksgiving, but what the heck: Better late than never, right?
If we look closely, we’ll all find things that we’re thankful for. An extra $580 million isn’t going to change that.
As the holidays roll into town, here’s my point: Be careful what you wish for.
You might already have it.