In This Life, I Got, Without Exception, Everything I Ever Wanted

And I want that written on my tombstone.

I am the luckiest woman on the planet.

I don’t say that to brag. Nor to be funny. Nor to attract attention.

I say it as fact, because I believe it to be true.

I live in exactly the house I would choose if I could choose any house I wanted. It is located in exactly the neighbourhood I would choose if I could choose any neighbourhood I wanted.

If anything happened to my vehicle, I would do my level best to replace it with the exact same make, model, and year.

I wanted five kids. A wonderful marriage. An unbelievably flexible schedule. A useful and malleable career.

Check, check, check, and check.

(I won’t get into the plethora of things that bring me to my knees in tears regularly because I’ve learned the Power of Overwhelming Gratitude. Things like clean water. A safe place to live. The fact that I, a woman, have the legal right to own my own home. That’s a whole nother knot of thoughts to sift through.)

I’m talking about things I want to have and do that just always work out for me.

Always.