A birthday dinner at a Chinese restaurant ended with the traditional fortune cookie, a providence of hope or doom wrapped in an ever-surprisingly deliciousness. To my delight, my cookie held two slips of paper. I allowed myself to believe the odds were in my favor as opposed to stacked against me. It is my birthday, after all.
The first read:
A shooting star tonight will bring you good luck tomorrow!
Very nice but I would not have seen it. Plus, it is monsoon season here in Pennsylvania so no one is seeing any stars.
The second fortune:
The current year will bring you much happiness.
2016 isn’t even half over yet so I like the sound of this one. No doom, just hope. Which is exactly how I want to start my new year.