A Christmas Miracle

On Christmas, I won the lottery. It was amazing. There I was, sitting with a friend, scratching off our stocking stuffer lottery tickets when suddenly, we won. So excited that it was really happening, I think I blacked out for a hot second. We immediately got in the car and drove up the road to the nearest open and lottery participating gas station we could find. $120 was ours.

That on top of the fact that I'm going to win the Mega Millions. Week after week on Tuesday and Friday, I truly believe that one of these days, the Mega Millions is going to be mine.

After having lunch with a friend the other day (at a delish new-to-me sushi restaurant I never even knew existed!) I learned this could be more difficult than I thought. Turns out, she feels exactly the same way! She feels drawn into 7-11's to buy tickets...just like I do. She sees signs that tell her "You're going to win," just like I do. And she plans her future on her new lottery salary rather than the one she currently has...just like I do. I'm starting to see that gambling might be dangerous, because let me tell you, the chances of me winning are minuscule enough...the chances of us both winning are...well...minuscule-er.

I think about what I would do with a real jackpot. Because let's be real, my share of that $120 barely made it out of the BP. Would I share it? Spend it? Save it? Put a pair of googly eyes on a stack of it and sleep with it? I guess I'll figure it out as soon as my numbers are drawn. 17 minutes left to go of this regular life I live. Tonight is the night. I can just feel it.