I can live with that.
(although this one definitely has more substance than a week ago when I opened my blog, shouted out the word, "haircuts!" and closed it back up.)
Some might call this post schmoopy.
Don't care much about that, either.
In a month of finding things to be thankful for, this topic was bound to come up. And it might be addressed once again before November's end, should I choose to visit it from a slightly different point of view.
But here's a story...
No. Here's...my story.
In someone else's words.
Tonight, and every night for the past year and a half,
I'm so thankful for being one...lucky...fool.
"People often remark that I'm pretty lucky.
Luck is only important in so far as
getting the chance to sell yourself at the
right moment. After that you've got to
have talent and know how to use it."