I’m one of those golfers who says it’s better to be lucky than good. I got a job in the bond room because I was in the right place at the right time. I won the lottery when I met my wife and I picked up more than a couple girls by accident rather than on purpose.
Which reminds me of something the Oldman told me when I was eighteen or nineteen,
“Moose, all girls have sex. Some more than others.”
Timing matters.
Luck helps, but hard work and integrity are what people remember.
I hate golf. I only go for the camaraderie, the cart girl, and the cigar. I should swap my golf score with my bowling score.
That job in the Ten-Year pit? Sure, I got it because I happened to walk by when a guy just got fired, but I kept it because I worked my ass off and showed integrity.
Did I win the lottery when I met my ex? I sure as hell did and I invested every bit of it into the Shepkids.
Here is another gem the Oldman taught me:
If a girl is generous enough, or stupid enough to think you are special and offers a little tenderness, make her feel like she made the right decision and keep her in your life somehow.
That is why most of my girlfriends are still my friends. Except for one, the lottery ticket. She thinks I’m a jagoff, but our children love me, and even her mother likes me.
That’s a win in my book.
Work hard, be honest, get lucky every once in a while and astonishing results follow.
Today is going to be a gorgeous autumn day. With the holidays closing in fast, I figured I’d give you Chalkheads a little heads-up on timing.
Rise and Shine, here is your Monday morning earworm, courtesy of Daft Punk:
We’re up all night ’til the sun
We’re up all night to get some
We’re up all night for good fun
We’re up all night to get lucky.
