Considering today is St. Patrick’s Day…and Shamrocks typically signify “luck,” I’ll roll with that theme for today.
Tell me: how lucky have you been? Old Friend from Far Away, Natalie Goldberg.
I’m a lucky girl. And I think in most ways I have always been. I wasn’t always the most popular and certainly not the prettiest, but I’ve found luck in almost everything I’ve ever done. Good or bad. I’m one of those believers: everything has its reason. Everything in some way or another is meant to be. And luckily, I’m able to find the good (or the reason) in most. Right place. Right time. Sometimes it takes other people to help you find your luck. And sometimes those people might have to down right shove you into your luck.
I’m unlucky with the things that don’t matter; if that matters. I tried my hand at the slot machines for the first time this past weekend and blew through some change pretty quickly without winning once. I’m unlucky when it comes to that kind of luck. But when you talk in the sense of real things: love, family, happiness, etc. I’m lucky. We’re all a little lucky.
The luckiest thing in my life? Having a boy see something so special in me that he waited around for five years for me to figure out that we made sense together. I was thirteen years old, people. I was thirteen years old when I met the man who I now call my husband. I was thirteen years old when he spotted something in me–and he’s held on to that version of myself all these years. And he pulls that cheerful, happy-go-lucky thirteen year old out of me every chance he gets. He reminds me of the best version of myself. How freaking lucky is that?
I mean, really. Who meets their husband in their eighth grade gym class?