I am too lucky. I was born into a family that loved me (even after I made fun of them in my first novel). I married a good man and have two amusing, grown children. I've never made much money but I have been able to work as I wanted, first as a novelist and then an artist. Unfortunately, I've done nothing to deserve this good fortune, which means it can vanish in the blink of an eye.
When I look at all the misfortune in the world, I am thoroughly abashed. It's not that my life hasn't had it's rough patches, but that others have never had a smooth patch.
Those that know me, call me a pessimist. It is true that I complain, grouse, and bitch to excess. If something can go wrong, I assure everyone it will. Actually, I am an optimist just trying to trick the Fates.
I would like the Fates to know I don't take this grace for granted. I am ever so grateful.