You are not lucky.

One of my biggest pet peeves (is that an oxy-moron?) is when people tell me I am “lucky.” I am lucky to work where I do. To have my wonderful children. To travel like I have. Luck luck luck.

Saying this, though, actually undermines who I am as a smart, strong person who tends to persevere even when the going is rough and the outcome looks potentially crappy. Shit creek and I? We’re super good pals. So, to me, the job I have, the kids and life and travels and all the things… are because I actually went and did them. I am grateful everyday– but I don’t believe that my success fell out of a tree. It’s blood, sweat and tears produced, thankyouverymuch.

Do not rely on luck. Rely on who you are and what you bring to the world and know that if you don’t like something, you work hard to change it. And THAT’S the ticket to the good stuff.

(Mommy is stepping off of her soap box now… it’s time for her to go to bed. Actually, move you OUT of her bed. So she can go to bed. But that’s another post for another day.)


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