Wonderful things happen to me. All the time. Every day. Every moment. Okay, not every moment but quite often. I wake up and terrific things come my way. I eat breakfast and magic happens. I go run errands and good luck comes my way. I take a mid-afternoon break, and boom, again, more tremendous things. In the evening just when I think there won't be any more amazing things happening to me, more brilliant things. Stop it, I say, stop it. Too many good things are happening to me. I can't take it. I can't take it. Yes, you can, another voice says. Yes, you certainly can.