Do you ever have the irresistible urge to knock on some wood? You know the feeling, when your life is just going so great that you're waiting for the other shoe to drop? And then, you wonder if perhaps things aren't really that great, and you're just delusional.
The planets are aligned. God is good.
Sure, I could stand a winning lottery ticket. Or a man who's passionately in love with me. And I could bear to lose about 40 pounds.
But overall, I'm ecstatically happy. I have the most fantastic friends in the universe. My family is, for the most part, healthy. I have an amazing job (and am fully staffed as of today for the first time since February) that I love and want to go to every day. I live in a nice house in a safe neighborhood and drive a dependable automobile that only cost $54 to fill up today (as opposed to the $86 tank on the truck in front of me).
Should I throw some salt over my shoulder or something? Things can't be this good, right?
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