In my life, I’ve had a lot of notoriously bad Januarys; this is not to say that I actually do believe that it’s not just coincidence, and that all Januarys are evil, but I’d also be lying if I didn’t say that I often times don’t enter each new year without a slightly more feeling of caution and reluctance.
Honestly lately, I’ve been feeling a tad blue because I’m unhappy with my career, which leads to a downward mental spiral of wondering what I’m doing with my life. There’s plenty of good, not a tremendous amount of bad, but it’s like the little bit of negative somehow manages to overpower a lot of the good in my little bubble; perhaps that should be something I should strive to regulate, alleviate, and solve.
Anyway lately I’ve been giving a lot of thought about lotteries, and how the recent state of the Powerball lottery has hit the $400 million mark in terms of grand prize jackpot. And what I’d do if I came across that kind of money.*