At first, I almost wasn't going to post about any more good luck, for fear I'd jinx myself... but really, if the first post (great f*ing day, below) didn't jinx it, why would another one?

Seriously though, I'm coming to believe we make our own luck. In a sort of pseudo-mystical-semi-rational "What the Bleep Do We Know" it might work kind of way. Because really, ever since I really resolved to get my life in order and start living it for me, things have been going my way a bit more all the time. Like the more resolve I show for the path I'm on, the more things fall into place along the way.

Last week ended with me getting both my wishes left at the end of my f*ing great day last Wednesday (only one of which I wrote down, but they're both there in spirit)... and this week started with me getting one of these:

My new baby, on the left, sucking the life out of its predecessor...

See, I've had the same laptop for about three years now. And after three years, you start jonesing for a new one. It just happens. But I'd been resisting my fix because I was saving for a downpayment on my property, whenever I found it. And last week I found it. 10 acres of completely wooded heaven. Right out here in the neighborhood. For sale/financed by owner. Everything I wanted except being available IMMEDIATELY. But nonetheless, I just need to hold out until the property is surveyed and subdivided, and I'm good to go.

With a much smaller downpayment than I was thinking I'd need. Hence the new laptop. MacBook Pro. 2.16GHz, 1GB RAM... this thing screams compared to my little old 12" G4. I'm loving it.

Hence me being a bit afraid that things are just going a little too well. I mean, 2006 has been almost nothing but good news for me, starting on New Year's Eve (Which I guess is 2005, technically, but who's counting?). Which brings to mind the question: Why should things ever go too well? Seriously? What little gremlin lives inside my head that says I'm not supposed to have things go my way? Why can't life go a little be easy on me now and then?

Which I suppose is a whole separate, more introspective, entry. Why is it we get so convinced that everything has to be an ordeal, a drama, a headache? Where do we get the idea we don't deserve to get what we want out of life? And to what extent are these beliefs actually the cause of our inability to get what we want out of life?

Maybe some other night. In the meantime, I'm going to fiddle around with my built-in webcam. How scary is that? A built-in webcam!?