On double creamed brie and confusion

If we were to go back a month I would say that I was in a place where I couldn't see a reason to get out of bed.  I was going to sell my condo for whatever it would go for and get off the North Shore.  I was going to quit my job and fuck off to some foreign locale and come back wearing breezy pants and being annoyingly zen.  Most likely I was going to crash with my mom until she got sick of me.
But back to the horseshoe.  I was sure that it was entirely tapped out when I came back from Ottawa last month.  It was like that time that our idiot neighbour hit our cat, Velvet, but didn't kill him.  Right.  So my parents take this stupid goddamn cat to the vet and are there for hours and my brother and I are at home and at the time I was at the least agnostic and yet I got down on my knees and I prayed to god that if he would let this cat live I would do...whatever.  I can't remember what I promised though I do remember promising god that if the Canucks won a game that kept them in the '94 playoffs that I would go to church the following Sunday.  And I did. 
Most.  Unlikely.  Churchgoer.  Ever.
But this isn't about how god doesn't exist and how religion has cost the lives of millions (tens of millions?) since its advent for puposes of politics and population control.
No.  This is about the horseshoe.
And so I thought there was no way that I would be able to find a way out of the mess that I had created.  Velvet died, by the way. 
But I did.  I should say, rather: we did.  We carried forward where most people would not.  We are trying so hard.  We are both committed.  We are both working so hard that we sometimes seem to overlook that we do have the same goal which is kind of funny and leads to a lot of legs rubs and loads of laundry.
The confusion part of this stems from the horseshoe.  I'm sitting here in a beautiful condo that I own outright, drinking really nice wine and eating double creamed brie cheese and having this existential  crisis over why I seem to get everything that I want.
See, a lot of really weird stuff happened over the weekend.  Like, really weird.  Things that make you think "this isn't a coincidence".  And things like this seem to happen in my life when I am moving in the "right" direction. 
So I get all these really interesting signs which makes me think I am on the right path, but then I think: where is this path ultimately leading?  What am I supposed to do with the horseshoe?  It's not statistically probable that I have lucked out as many times in life as I have.  I know: I got an A+ in Statistics.
And I won a marathon.  Who wins marathons? 
I have a four day work week.  I have no debt.  I saw Jim Cuddy perform live with Barney Bentall on a random lark, for free.  I did a 180 in my car and saw concrete dividers come closer to my window than I have ever seen in my life and... walked away.
I told this story at work the other day: my dad had this harness that was for topping trees or something.  So, at roughly 14 years old I strap this thing around my waist and climb this gigantic cedar tree in our back yard.  It's so big that, growing up, my parents used to worry that in a wind storm it might fall and take out our  house.  Regardless.  I climb up this thing and I'm probably thirty or forty feet up in this tree and I strap my harness around one of the limbs and just hang there, dangling above the earth and all of the branches that separate us.
Eventually I come down and, on the way back to the garage, I decide for some reason to hook the harness up to a pull  up bar that my dad has made for us on this massive swing set.  I dangle there for a few seconds and the harness gives and I end up flat on my back, totally stunned and shocked.
At any rate, I do feel compelled to quote this book (even though it is inherently flawed): "Similarly, Canada's Institute for Research on Public Policy issued a report in the summer of 2005, suggesting that the country is in the midst of a worsening epidemic of civic illiteracy.  In 1990,a government survey found that about 36 percent of eighteen to twenty-nine year olds could correctly answer no more than one out of three basic political knowledge questions (questions like "Who is the leader of the federal Liberal Party?").  That result was rightly considered dismal, but when the test was repeated in 2000, 67 percent of young voters could answer one or none of the three questions.  By 2004, the results were still getting worse".
Yeah.  I hope the horseshoe doesn't want me to get involved in politics.
Wine tasting?  Yes.
Afternoon napping? Okay.
Restaurant reviews?  I can do it.
It's probably none of those things, is it.