A Lucky Sign

Okay, it's not what you are thinking. I didn't find another four leaf clover or eat an awesome fortune cookie.  But I did encounter a sign.

It proudly read, "The more you practice, the luckier you get."

(It was referencing golf.  The sign winked at me as I drove by the driving range on my way home today.)

www.islandlakegolf.com/practice_range.asp

Makes you wonder about those people that seem to have all the luck: maybe they just get to practice more.

Maybe the point they are trying to make is that if you practice hard enough, life can look easy.  And then maybe you will believe it IS easy, only to find that this new outlook makes it so.

Of course this philosophy of practice makes luck applies to a lot of things:
                Cat grooming         making out        the perfect pancake recipe           driving       reading signs       and who could forget golfing?

This goes without saying that sometimes your luck isn't found in getting better, but in realizing you truly ought to quit.  I have been to the driving range, multiple times.  I manage to cause damage to the property with my $6 bucket of balls.  My luck is in not causing serious damage or getting thrown out of the facility.  (Pretty luck if you ask me....wedged a ball in the rafters, awfully close to the lights....)

Sometimes you have to acknowledge that you just cannot manage certain tasks.

And probably for good reason.

Consider it luck, cut your losses, and go practice elsewhere.

Good luck!

Sign You Weren't Meant to Get Ahead (Manatees)

Every now and then one of those comes along and just knocks us off our feet. Because if we had seen it coming, oh say in this form, we might have found a way around it.

No such luck. Here I am at the drawing board of my life again, and I find myself erasing, probably senselessly, all the things I see disappearing. But it's okay. My excuse: I wasn't meant to get ahead. And for the next few days that's how it will be. You don't just get up and waltz away from one of these wrecks. There are vertebrate and self-esteem to make sure are intact.

I suppose if I were to muse on it, the wreck I find myself in is probably my fault. Shouldn't have been in cruise control, applying lipgloss, singing to the radio, and arriving promptly at my long awaited destination looking marvelous.

Maybe I didn't see the signs. Maybe I didn't count my blessings. 

Or maybe this is a good sign. If I had flown by this in one piece, I might have missed the manatees. Sure they are not the cutest of creatures but HEY people used to think they were mermaids. And that's a good luck sign, right? And if I missed the manatees, I might have missed the dolphins, limbo happy hour, and who knows what else?!

It'll be a few days until I see those harbingers of good news, those manatees. Right now I'm busy at the drawing board, futilely attempting to reconstruct myself. There's not much else I can do right now in this ditch I'm in.  But perhaps once the rain eases, I'll be able to see the silver lining. And a rainbow? That's the best time to see manatees, so I've heard...