Yes, I’m lucky. Don’t believe me? It’s true. Once we went fishing and as I was standing on the riverbank, I looked down and found a diamond ring. Talk about a Bilbo Baggins hobbit childhood dream come true. It wasn’t a big diamond, but it was still a gold ring with a diamond. I turned it into the park ranger, because I am not only lucky, but I am honest, and since no one claimed it after 2 weeks, it was mine- my precious. I keep it on my charm bracelet and I love my lucky charms!
But that isn’t the only reason I’m lucky. I win things, like raffles and drawings that don’t require any effort. I won the center piece at the Arts Council Ladies Night Out Tea Party the other weekend.
I also find money all the time. Pennies & dimes mainly, but who’s counting? Well, me actually. I’ll let you know when I win the lottery.
It wasn’t always this way, me being lucky. I take that back, I have always had luck, just not always good luck- there is a difference. Things changed as I changed. It didn’t happen overnight, but it did happen. Slowly but surely over time, as I quit blaming everyone else for the mess I was in and little by little made better decisions, I found that the harder I worked, the luckier I got. And now it just comes naturally.
- I’m lucky to be the mother of 2 healthy intelligent young men who light up every life they touch
- I’m lucky to live not only in the United States of America, but the sultry dirty south
- I’m lucky to not only have a college education, but a master’s degree
- I’m lucky to have an insatiable appetite for learning and trying new things
And the list goes on and on. But if you ask my husband, who nicknamed me Lucky years ago, I am lucky to be married to a man like him.