Whenever anyone discovers that I was born on St. Patrick’s Day, the first question they ask is, “So, you must be a pretty lucky girl, then?” I always respond, “Well, it depends on your definition of ‘lucky’.”
And it’s true. You would think being born on the luckiest day of the year, with all the leprechauns and four leaf clovers that rule the holiday, I could be the winner of the Powerball, or at the very least, the Indy 500.
But alas, money can’t buy me love, and I can barely drive my Focus, let alone a race car. Even Vince Lombardi said, “Winning isn’t everything…” (Never mind the fact that he said, “…it’s the only thing.” That part of the quote doesn’t fit in with my point.)
Okay. So. What was my point? Oh yes…that I am truly a lucky gal.
I have a husband who loves me (even though I drive him batshit crazy with my quirky habits), a son who wants nothing more than to be with me (even if it’s because I’m the equivalent of a human jungle gym), and an adorable dog who loves to cuddle next to me every night (Fine. I admit, it’s only because he wants to steal my body heat). And sometimes, I have really good hair days.
What more could one woman ask for (besides a day off, a full night’s sleep, a pedicure, and to lose 20 pounds)?
When I found out the theme for this month’s blog exchange was “Lucky”, the first thought that came to mind was, “I’m sort of unlucky these days.” After a job lay off, and several bills piling up, I didn’t feel so sure that luck was on my side.
But then I realized there are people in this world that don’t even have a roof over their heads or food on their tables, and here I am griping about my stoke of bad luck. I don’t even think “bad” is the right word. Less than par, maybe. Big deal, right? Life goes on. My destiny isn’t going to change just because I’m out of work for a spell.
If anything, this situation has been a blessing in disguise. I’ve cleaned my house, I’ve actually cooked real food in my kitchen, and I have more time with my son. I’ve even had the time to volunteer in my community and to help those in need.
After all, luck is like karma: what you put out in the world will come back to you 3 times stronger. Lucky me!
Dana resides in Wisconsin with her husband (Doug), three-year-old son (Dawson), and boston terrier (Murphy). When she isn’t blogging, she’s most likely yelling at one of those guys. You can find Rose at Dana’s place today, and if you’d like to read other Blog Exchange Posts, click here.