dear lottery

Dear Lottery,Youve been on my mind a lot lately. Not in the way that someone youve just met pops into your head, but more like a persistent itch you cant quite reach. You see, Im not one for grand gestures. I dont daydream about yachts or private islands. My desires are simple, grounded, and frankly, quite boring. I just want a little bit of breathing room. You know the feeling, right? The one where the bills pile up faster than you can stack them, the should I eat or fill my car with gas? dilemma becomes a daily ritual, and the joy of spontaneity gets replaced by spreadsheets and financial calculators. Its not a bad life, but its definitely not a life overflowing with yeses. So, Dear Lottery, Im writing to you because I need a little bit of yes. A yes to taking a weekend trip without secondguessing the cost. A yes to buying those shoes Ive been eyeing for months. A yes to feeling financially secure enough to dream a little bigger. I know youre a fickle mistress, lottery. Youre unpredictable, elusive, and ultimately, quite indifferent to my needs. But still, I cant help but hope. Maybe this time, Dear Lottery, maybe this time youll whisper yes back to me. Sincerely,Someone just trying to catch a little bit of luck.