I sat with trepidation Wednesday night watching the billion-dollar Powerball jackpot numbers drawn. I thought for sure that because I secretly did not want to win—fearful of the headaches the money would no doubt cause—that fate would surely bring said billion my way.

No. That strategy didn’t work either.

Or maybe it did.

Because after all, if I did hit the Powerball jackpot, I would write this exact same post, wouldn’t I?