Monday started out with me stepping into a very large dog mess, and I know that is a very ungraceful thing to write about and I can assure you it is even more ungraceful to step in, but that’s how my week started off, with me stepping in dog doo at exactly 8.35 on a Monday morning. The good thing is I live in Italy, which basically means that I had just stepped in good luck. (I’m not kidding Italians have told me this since I very first day I got to this country) Looking down at my brown boot it’s not the first thing that comes to mind. Then I notice not far ahead is a very large puddle. Tuesday my boss leaves for the Bahama’s for vacation, leaving me to do what I do best. Pretend to be the boss. Things run smoothly all week. I am too tired to go out for dinner on Tuesday night though, and at the last minute I get a call and our dinner gets canceled. Lucky. Wednesday I call my one of my biggest prospective clients, again, after she has already told me she is not interested and ask her if I can come and do a presentation. She says no. She has already seen it, I showed her before, she is not interested. Then she calls me back and says yes. Thursday I go to my presentation and after only 7 months of being back to work, I manage to make our prospective client, our client. Very Lucky. I walk out feeling on top of the world, I call my husband and ask him if I can invite him for a drink.
Later while we are drinking prosecco (which is an Italian sparkling white wine) I am excitedly telling my husband about my day, he listens to me carefully, letting me bask in my glory and celebrating with me..
I look at him and think my luck started long before Monday..