Yesterday, I had one of those runs in solitaire that makes you feel god-like. Every card I needed popped up when I needed it to, every choice I made was the right one. It only lasted maybe five games, but I soaked it up while I could. I knew it wouldn’t last. These lucky streaks never do. You have to enjoy them and let them go.
I’ve written before about my love of solitaire. It requires the perfect balance of luck and skill. You have to know what to do with the cards you’re dealt, but even with all the skills in the world there’s not much you can do with a lousy hand.
Sometimes getting through a hand is awkward and clunky. I have to pull cards back down from the Foundation or go back a couple of steps in the play.
This streak was like hitting green lights at every intersection. When I was finally dealt the hand that ended it, I paused when I got to the snag, just to appreciate for one more moment the blessing I’d been given.