By fall, I was ready to try again.
A little bruised. A little humbled.
And, hopefully, a little smarter.
I believe we write our own stories.
And each time we think we know the end...
...we don&`&t
Perhaps luck exists.
.. somewhere between the world of planning.
The world of chance.
...and in the peace that comes from knowing...
... that you just can&`&t know it all.
You know,life&`&s funny that way.
Once you let go of the wheel.
you might end up...
.. right where you belong.