“There’s a difference in living and living well” George Strait
I think I choose to write because I don’t have paint. And I choose… I just lost my thought.
I walked by several pennies on my way to work yesterday.
All were tails.
What’s the difference between pennies lying heads up and tails up?
Everything. To me.
Today, I got to work and in the communal bathroom were a bunch of pennies scattered on the floor.
Heads up, tails up… oh my stars, the luck and disluck there could be!
So I do what any reasonable human being who wants luck but doesn’t want to be so greedy, and to share luck with others, and is yet still aware that they are in a public bathroom does… I pick up one penny, put it next to the sink (I don’t want to carry a nasty penny around), and wash my hands.
Later in the day now, I’m at a coffee shop and there are two tables open.
I sat here.
My half-Mexican mocha, half spiced thus half-Mexican, is delicious.
Opportunity costs; if I do something, I can’t do that other something.
It’s all a choice.