She is so lucky to have that body.
Look at them on vacation again. They are lucky.
He always closes the deal. He is lucky.
We do this so often in the course of our daily lives, casually crediting luck for the accomplishments of others, for our own best moments, for what has happened and what may happen going forward. We speak so often of luck that we have given this word a special providence over our lives.
We talk of luck. We hope for luck. We bemoan its absence.
And now as we prepare to boozily celebrate the holiday that glamorizes luck, it is fair to wonder how legit this idea of luck is. Are some people really just lucky? Or do we make our own luck?
There is no easy, or simple, answer.
On one hand, the idea of luck is uplifting. It is this belief that a force bigger than ourselves helps us when we most need a hand. It is why standing around a craps table, while a guy we have never met, rolls dice is so fun because we are contributing to the luck and believing also we benefit from the luck. If we are honest, the idea of luck also lets us off the hook just a little, allows us to believe a force bigger than ourselves controls whether we get the promotion, whether we fall in love, whether we run a marathon. There is some luck involved in every life and every endeavor, of course, but luck alone only carries a person so far.
There does come a point in every life where we realize we have a hand in just how lucky we are. We create our luck by how willing we are to put ourselves out there, how big we are willing to risk, how often we dream. This is empowering, actually, when you think about it. The power returns to us when we realize luck is created not bestowed. It takes away the just ugly thought that some people won the luck lottery while others were given none.
So on this St. Patrick's Day, between green beers, ask yourself where in your life can you infuse luck? And just look at how lucky you get.
Burn The Boats,