Talk about the strange human brain. I start my day with Wordle. The NY Times puzzle that gives you six chances to guess the five letter word the editor chooses every day. I do the puzzle every morning. And lately, I’ve begun to feel that if I fail my day is likely to be a bad one. That seems odd. But it’s grown more pronounced as my current streak continues. I’m now at 64, having solved today’s puzzle in two guesses. And that quick win made me feel even better about my prospects for today. Why?

I have no idea where the human brain gets these ideas. I even felt better because my streak reached 64 because that was the year I graduated high school, and we’re having a reunion next year, and I’m going to get to see a lot of people I really like. So, 64 feels like a good sign. And it’s the same with my birthday, 7/11. I mean, seriously, if I shot craps, I’d be playing all the time, thinking I was blessed, but I’ve always felt blessed, as though things were just going to go my way. And when I think back to the things I’ve done and the people I’ve met, my chance encounters have been truly productive and epic in lots of cases.

Of course, I have days when I’m down and think nothing is going to go right and woe is me. But I seem to have the ability to realize how many bad things are simply things out of my control and how I react to them is my business. And then, presto, I’m thinking, okay, I know there’s something good down the road, so let’s get going and see what it is. And usually, there is something good down the road, around the corner, and over the hill. And this leads me to a line from one of my songs, Edge of Tomorrow, you never know how far you’ll get until you decide to go. So, let’s go, and I do.