My husband, Brian, and I were philosophizing about this yesterday. We both consider him to be one of the lucky ones and yet, he insists that he has made much of his luck. I, on the other hand, am a neutral person–neither lucky nor unlucky.
Now, before you start judging me and insisting that I am lucky, I want to set the parameters of how I am defining luck. Luck isn’t necessarily optimism because I am, if nothing else, an endless wellspring of hope. When life was wearing me down (as we all know it can do,) I hauled myself out of bed every morning for days, even years, simply because I was breathing hope. I love hope. Honestly, I don’t know how to live without her.
And I know I’m lucky in the sense of having certain privileges I didn’t earn–being an American, having loving parents, growing up in a safe neighborhood, etc. The luck of birth and childhood. But what happens when you become an adult, and though these luck factors still play a role, they aren’t the defining characteristics of your career success or the opportunities that come your way?
What if luck is more narrowly defined as a little sprinkling of magic fairy dust, that wondrous cosmic miracle that you didn’t foresee coming, that, along with your hard work and determination, propel you into a realm you never thought possible? In the literary world, this is the type of luck that blessed J.K. Rowling and Stephenie Meyer. Of course, this kind of luck is rare. It’s the lottery-winning luck of the few. My aspirations are not that high. If those two are the Cinderellas, I’m the cousin who thinks an invitation to the ball would be just fine. I don’t need the glass slipper. You see, I’ve lived with four princes for over twenty years and the work involved is mind-blowing. Just show me the ballroom and let me dance for an hour. That’s all I’m after.
Brian, one of the princes, tells me that I only need to believe that I can have that kind of luck and I will have it. This is the manifestation of your destiny belief that made The Secret so popular. So, I’ve decided to conduct a year-long experiment where I test his theory. In our family, we have a saying that we borrowed from a comedian: “Take Luck.” Not only am I going to take luck, but I’m going to expect luck. Wish me luck!