Dear Lottery God:
I still haven’t gotten a response to my May 2019 plea. I didn’t really expect one, but I DID hope.
Here’s the thing: What I really want are not material things.
Instead, I want experiences.
Like a blogger friend of mine (edyjournal), I’m not so concerned with status symbols. In fact, sometimes they come with more baggage than they are worth.
For example, I drove a BMW convertible for a while. I bought it used for $4K under the Blue Book value because the seller had already ordered a brand-new one for his kid as a replacement (!).
It was in great shape, and I take care of cars. That’s how my current car (a 2008 VW Eos) has managed to last and still look good.
Anyway, I got so sick of comments like this:
A BMW? Insert name of employer at the time must be paying you well!
[Eye roll]
It was a fantastic car, but I didn’t seek another BMW after it was totaled when I was broadsided at an intersection.
I feel myself growing apart from another friend whose job working with the 1 percent has her chasing the same Richie Rich tokens of success to keep up.
That’s not interesting to me.
You know what IS interesting to me?
Scream-laughing with my youngest on a roller coaster.
Watching people slam dance.
Day drinking in the Harry Potter section of Universal Studios Orlando.
Edit: Having brunch and getting my hooves shaved down with a long-time friend.
When I travel nowadays, I tend not to come home with tokens. (I Marie Kondo-ed my life since moving to Atlanta.) I come home with consumables: snacks for the kids, chicken hoops for me (when I can find them), random condiments, etc.
I don’t add to my physical footprint (not even in weight as I’m still maintaining).
So I’m asking again, Lottery God: Please smile upon me. These experiences aren’t free.
Best wishes and warmest regards,
Beth
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