A few weeks ago, I went out with this guy a few times. I made some sort of comment about how I’m a lucky person. Like, good things happen to me. He had a different view on “luck,” and what it is and now I don’t totally remember what he said, but he didn’t totally buy into “luck.” (Guess I’m lucky he never called back!)
I do think part of it is mental, true. But, if I’m going to have thoughts of something that affects me, why not something positive? As KT says, “I am the luckiest person I know.” Maybe part of it is a mind game. But if it is, who cares? It’d sure be awesome to apply this luck to winning the lottery or something, but I just don’t foresee that. But it’s a different kind of luck.
Today, for 45 more minutes, is my birthday. (Don’t worry, you don’t need to post it in the comments. You’ve done your part on the FB. You know I like to keep this fairly anonymous). I know the FB-bots have it set up to tell people it’s your birthday, but I still felt loved. Many people took just a few seconds to say, “hey, I’m thinking of you.” And some even made comments that were unique to us or to them. I’m lucky to have awesome friends.
I also got tons of texts and phone calls. From all over the state, city and nation.
But what’s really on my mind is how lucky I am with my family. My family is pretty damn awesome. I’m very close to all my parents. All of them. All four of them. And they all get along. How lucky is that?! They’re not playing bocce ball together, but they certainly get along just fine. They were very intentional about that–mom and dad were–when they split ways. All of them contacted me in some way or another today. My step mom said, “I wasn’t there the day you were born, but I’m sure it was miraculous. … I was with you in spirit.” I was in the process of pulling into the garage and I had a load of groceries and a friend to take to her car, but I wished I could have focused on that more.
But how lucky am I to get along so well with them?! And I have wonderful step sisters who make me laugh and take care of me and let me cry. (And you read about the pee bag, right? One of them I turned to and said, “I need you to help me in a way that only a sister can,” and I had her help me make the bag a bit more comfortable.)
I have tons of things to be thankful for.
Today I’m thankful that I’m so lucky when it comes to all my parents. All of them.
