Bittersweet

On this day 20 years ago I moved in with the wonderful woman who is now my wife.

On this day 15 years ago my marvelous mom died.

I think this day is an accurate representation of my life. What can I say?

From the outside it appears to me that many people have a different experience, that their lives are seemingly nothing but uninterrupted triumph and happiness. Of course I could be mistaken, but when I tell people about my experiences many of those people seem to be incredulous. I’m sorry, but someone who wrote a book that the Wall Street Journal called without a doubt the best book of its kind ever written should be able to find a fulfilling and interesting work situation fairly easily. Someone who is a pioneer of the application of analytics to professional sports should not have been tossed aside like an empty pizza box.

Yes, I am aware that Theodore Roosevelt’s mother and first wife died on the same day. Yes, I know both of Doug Flutie’s parents died on the same day and not from a single cause. I would probably be able to better accept life’s tragedies if I weren’t in what seems like almost a decade-long losing streak. I think one reason why I want a custom restomod C2 Corvette is I think it might change my luck although I really believe that luck is random.

#wayoverdue?