This is a picture of me with my husband and kids. Of all holidays, it was Christmas. And YES, we dressed in costume for the occasion. Why? Long story short: BECAUSE WE CAN!
A series of events since Christmas led me to really ponder the word LUCKY. I've heard a lot of people say it about themselves and me. But does LUCK really exist?
I don't believe it does.
Because LUCK is subjective. Maybe I have more things than some, but most certainly others have more. That would make me UNLUCKY in comparison. But maybe I don't want those things. Or maybe, it's not the things that matter to me.
I see it this way: everything I have, I earned.
I work, play and live hard.
I incite change.
I take chances.
And, therefore, I succeed, at least in my mind.
I guess what people don't realize is that things don't always work out for me. And that's my fault, probably. I prefer not to complain or whine about challenges. Instead, I focus on the positive, keep taking steps forward, and never, ever give up. And though many things I start end somewhere I never expected, I celebrate success every chance I get.
Failure is does not exist in my world, mostly because I refuse to acknowledge it--much like LUCK.
Therefore, I'm not really LUCKY. I get what I deserve, both good and bad. I make mistakes, but I learn from them.
So, please forgive me if I stop you next time you talk about how LUCKY you are. It's then I shall ask you everything you did to deserve the opportunity.