My old neighbor told me a story years ago that I still think about. She was drowning — work, money, family, all of it crashing at once. She sat on her kitchen floor wondering why doing everything right still wasn't working. That Saturday, she entered a Broadway lottery on a whim. First time ever. She won. Meanwhile, I'd been entering religiously for a year and a half. Never won once. The difference? She wasn't gripping. She let go. Sometimes surrender is the whole strategy.