Ha. I didn’t win the lottery.
Fooled ya, didn’t I?
And no, this post isn’t about money.
My life isn’t perfect, but I’m pretty happy with where I’m at.
I have a job—actually two jobs—that I enjoy. Every day, I’m surrounded by people who make me laugh and encourage me.
I have a roof over my head. Sure, it’s small, but it’s perfect for Andrew and I, and our dog and cat. We rent, but we’re able to decorate how we want, and our landlord put on a pretty awesome deck this summer that we’re stoked to enjoy next summer.
I don’t want for anything. Together, Andrew and I make a decent amount of money. It’s nice to be able to treat myself to something nice every once and a while.
My family is supportive of all that I do. My parents are always there to talk, and my brother is a constant source of humor in my life.
I have a husband who loves me more than anything. Not a day goes by that Andrew doesn’t say “I love you,” and he’s always doing something nice for me—surprising me with flowers or taking me out to dinner when I don’t feel like cooking.
I’d say I won the lottery.