|The lucky finder|
This is a story of an ordinary little boy named Charlie Bucket. He was not faster, or stronger, or more clever than other children. His family was not rich or powerful or well-connected; in fact, they barely had enough to eat. Charlie Bucket was the luckiest boy in the entire world. He just didn't know it yet.
-Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
From the whiniest girl on the face of this earth to the reader of this blog:
This week I have been angry/sad/annoyed about all sort of things.
What I don't have.
Who I haven't heard from.
How unproductive I've been.
Then I had a word vomit of all the things I'd been thinking and being upset over with Erin.
She said, "if we can't take it now, things aren't going to get any easier."
If I'm crying and complaining about the state of things as they are in Nashville, Tennessee, how can I expect to be trusted with anything bigger?
And maybe I'm the luckiest girl in the entire world.
I just don't know it yet.