Lately, I’ve found myself aspiring to a fortune. Not the hit-the-lotto or strike-it-rich-in-some-similarly-effortless-way fortune (although I’d be more than happy with that, too), but the type found in a cookie.
On a recent outing with my dad to a Thai restaurant, I sat at a table scattered with fortune cookies. Alongside three empty wrappers and discarded fortunes sat seven unopened cookies. My dad, who thinks they’re a tasty pre- and post-meal treat, had indiscriminately selected his appetizers without giving a second glance to the fortunes they contained. I saved my cookie devouring for after the meal, though, grabbing the nearest fortune cookie once I finished eating.
While I know each fortune probably exists in hundreds of thousands of cookies and that little thought goes into writing the sometimes-cryptic messages, I couldn’t help but smile as I munched on my cookie and read my fortune.
Although my life may not be a “dashing and bold adventure” at this particular moment, I’m hoping it will be soon enough. With our plane tickets purchased, I can start officially counting down the days until our adventures abroad begin.
49 days and counting!