“Man plans, God laughs.”
and while man might plan…I don’t. I ask; I’m answered. I’m handed silver platters (and fumble them sometimes). But God, The Universe, and the other powers that may be aren’t laughing at me. They’re laughing with me.
I am in love with life, and it loves me back.
And sometimes I forget that. But recently, I went to Darling on 59th with my version of the Sex and The City women. We sat at the perfect four-top table and overlooked the south end of Central Park. Menus were dropped, waters were poured, and phones placed on Do Not Disturb.
Our waiter asked for our drink order and “Roll the Dice” for a $30 buckaroos was calling my name. Why? Because I knew The Universe would give me what I didn’t even know I wanted. I have A LOT of trust in the small signs.
Three dice rolls later and I’ve landed on gin, smokey, and shaken. I’ll take it. But the catch? I can roll a numbered die for a chance to make it free. Easy.
“It’s going to be a one”
…and that it was.
We all laughed at my luck and moved on. But my high ball glass empited and the itch to gamble again arose.
“Excuse me, can I please roll again?”
Darling’s red velvet D&D style dice playpen was placed in front of me.
“Alright..I’m going to try and guess my rolls for each category”
And as I shook that first die in my hand, I had no thoughts. I didn’t think about what if it didn’t, or even what if it did. I just trusted that I was enjoying my experience and my company and that regardless of my own hopes, dreams, wishes, that it does always just happen for me, because I full-heartingly believe it does.
“Uh, rum”
HIT.
“Oh..uh, stirred”
HIT.
“Alright now I’m nervous but I’m feeling SPICY”
HIT.
We all giggle and scream and just are in awe. Because none of us are going to do the math but we know the odds were not in my favor. I was in my own corner and that shows through luck like this.
But there’s one more to roll…
“I’m feeling either a three or a five. But mostly a five. But also a strong three…I’M GOING WITH FIVE!”
THREE.
It cost me $30 to be wrong on my last roll. However, it didn't matter. I won.
I love life, and it loves me back. It all works out (by the skin of my teeth) and a litttle bit of blinded delusion. ROI on believing? The limit does not exist.
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