Finding a Real Miracle on Easy Street
I was thinking the other day about how rare a miracle on easy street actually feels when you're stuck in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon slump. We all have this mental image of what "Easy Street" looks like—it's that place where the bills are paid, the coffee never goes cold, and the green lights stay green just long enough for you to sail through the intersection. But the "miracle" part? That's the bit that feels like it's reserved for movies or those lucky people you see on social media who seem to have figured out a life hack the rest of us missed. ...