Semi-Daily Scribbles

A distressed blessing luck is. Some say you make your own, while others believe luck owns your backside for life. Speaking of which, life is said to have a purpose. Luck says: "Hang on there, partner. Everything depends on which side of the shadow you're from." There's a lesson embedded somewhere on this page about what to do when the goal gets pushed farther and farther away. It's hard to disguise frustration, harder still to experience yet another delay. I am told the wait is fine, if bitter, nourishment.