I don’t buy lottery tickets. I don’t think about buying lottery tickets. I don’t follow how big the jackpot is. I don’t understand the different types of lottery cards.
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The only time I think about the lottery is when someone is holding up the line at the convenience store where I get my morning coffee with a lottery card purchase. It’s a minor inconvenience but I hate standing in lines and so it always makes me wonder why people buy them. You have a better chance of being struck by lightning than winning the lottery. Nevertheless the state sells plenty of lottery tickets.
So, today, while waiting patiently for the guy ahead of me to shell out $5 or $10 on assorted tickets, I assembled a list of possible reasons to justify handing over money to the state.
Here are my thoughts:
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The governor needs the money.
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I get a tingle up my leg scratching off the cards.
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They make great gifts.
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It’s my retirement plan.
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Just for a moment I feel that anything is possible
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I’m building a card collection.
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It’s my turn to win.
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I’ve got too many bills in my wallet.
These are all that I could think of. Maybe you can suggest more.
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I heard this last weekend from some people who have made big changes in their lives. It points up that I continue to tolerate that which I claim I want to change.
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Here is the back story.
Seven years ago, I took a well-paying job to supplement my retirement income. My rational at the time was that over 5 to 10 years, I would be able to afford to retire a second time and maintain my lifestyle while enjoying being ‘job-optional’. The two incomes leave us pretty comfortable and the job is tolerable and therein lies the rub. I am comfortable with this situation and not motivated to do what is necessary to make this a temporary situation.
I have with fits and starts revved up my efforts and then allowed them to fall back to maintenance mode. There is no continuing urgency backing up my commitment to this program and so here I am, no closer to my claimed goal than I was seven years ago.
So the problem here is that I can tolerate my job and the things that it keeps me from doing. Recently, the powers that be around work have done some things that should make me intolerant. Over my working years (too many to count) I have developed an ability to adjust to the unacceptable and I have to stop myself from this and let myself get angry and intolerant.
And then do what I need to do to reach my goal.
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