I know I know, St. patrick's Day is over. I didnt post. So pinch me.
I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be "lucky" lately. I have my health, I have my friends (who truly are the most amazing people in the world), I have a job, and I was born into the greatest family ever.
And yet some things can still get me down. I spend a lot of time being very happy and being thankful. So it irks me when things get to me and weigh on me. By nature, I am just a worrier, and I am very hard on myself. Im my own worst critic, as Im sure many of you are. It's at times like this that I need to remember how lucky I truly am. Its always in the back of my mind, but sometimes it just needs to be moved front and center.
The thing is, I dont believe in luck really. I dont believe in coincidence. There is fate. There is divine intervention. These are the only things that exist. You are where you are supposed to be. I am not lucky, but I am a hardworker; I am not rich, but I believe in sharing what I can with others and giving gifts to show my gratitude. I am not famous, but I do try to make a first impression that is lasting and positive, as people will idenityf me to others in such a way. I am not the best at everything, but that allows for me to identify where I need to grow, and what I need to improve on. I have not achieved all the things I want to do yet, but that gives me something to work towards.
When I feel "unlucky" I remedy by: running (I am grateful to have legs and be in good health), re-organize my closet (so that I am reminded of the beautiful investments I've made throughout the years while cleaning and donating the things I dont need), do something for someone else (because I could have it a lot worse, and nothing should ever impair our ability to give to others), go out (to remind myself of the magnitude of the world, and how small a part of it I am), and laslty, I throw myself into my work. My work is safe to me. It's a world where I am in control, and I can write, and am blessed to know this other world of people who are as passionate about art as I am about writing and editing a magazine.
And then it becomes clear: I oughta be pinched, I have it so good. It's not perfect and it's not luck, but nothing is anyway.