Sometimes I look around and I think: Look at this. There is all this air to breathe. Money in the bank to buy all the food I need. I have shelter. I can shower with hot water for as long as I want. I have the loveliest love who is gorgeous and smart and never says: "It's your turn to do the dishes".
Then I spit three times to ward off the evil eye. Because I am a little superstitous with all this good stuff.