The day of my birth, my horoscope in the local paper read: “changes will come, possibly involving loss.” I don’t believe in horoscopes, but that does seem to sum up my life at times. I’m sure most people could say the same.
Not a day goes by that I’m not grateful for all of the good fortune I’ve had. I am a lucky guy, and I KNOW I’ve been a lucky guy. Still, this has been a rough year so far. In the last six months, I’ve lost two aunts, two cats, had two co-workers laid off, and had a promising relationship end. Things could be worse. I could have been one of the ones that died or got laid off. Still, I’m ready for things to start getting better again. Then again, if the saying that “bad things always happen in threes” is true, I’ve got a ways to go before things get any better.
It seems that whenever my heart is broken, I drive. I’m not entirely sure why I do this. I’ve driven almost 250,000 miles in the last seven years, and I haven’t been able to escape my heart yet.