One day a year expect entitlement to the cake; slice it as you wish.  Happy Bornday to you…  

The other three-hundred and sixty-four days the cake is still there, just not sliced evenly. 

Spend more time sharpening the knife and serving instead of tussling over the size. 

In order to fulfill your destiny, expectations must be managed to the level of your actual skill – for your fate to follow. 


Stay lifted,

Lucky Lefty