My dad convinced me to buy four powerball tickets yesterday.
“We’ll be there by Friday, if you win”
If I win.
I am sitting at Starbucks on the corner of my street as I type this. I look around, and anything I can think of seems more possible to me than me winning getting 5+powerball.
The man on his laptop proposing to me for example. Not that I would accept.
Or Matt Damon walking in and offering me a part in his new movie. I would accept.
Or this blog hitting a million views overnight.
Or getting rid of all my cellulite.
Because yes, all these things are so much more possible than me winning a billion dollars overnight.
And honestly, I don’t think I deserve it. My story wouldn’t go viral on the internet or TV.
Except in Turkey.
And maybe France.
I hope someone who really needs it wins.
And gives me half of it.