I’ve heard people say, “If I didn’t have bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all.” Sometimes I feel that way…..just unlucky. I think we all do at one point or another. When I sit back and think about it though, I’ve actually been very lucky. I have amazing children that have grown up into responsible adults. They were never in trouble at school. They behaved. I have the love of 3 sweet, goofy dogs. I am still walking and my M.S. isn’t as bad as it could be. I guess that can be considered good luck.
Trying to stay positive, and trying to believe that I have the good kind of luck is really hard when things start going wrong. There is the plumbing problem with the burst pipe in our foundation and the clothes dryer that broke while full of next weeks work attire. Then there are the ‘black comedies’ of the luck world. The quirky, crappy, annoying things that cause EVERYONE AROUND YOU to laugh like Hyenas. “We’re not laughing at you, we’re laughing with you.” they say …..but you’re NOT laughing. Sort of like the morning I climbed out of may car, started the 10th of a mile walk into the office and the sky opened up and peed on me, or when that little strap between the toes on my sandals broke and I flung my shoe across the room. I was MORTIFIED. …..Glue….Staples…..Duct Tape..???
I hate thinking that ‘lucky’ is a real state of being. If good and bad luck truly exist, life is not doling them out in equal measures. I mean why would one group of people be lucky while another never seems to get a break? Luck seems too random.
I much prefer imagining that I was a horrible person in a past life. Someone like Snow White’s Evil Queen Step-Witch or Sleeping Beauty’s Maleficent. Then it would be Karma, lolol. It would be punishment for my evil deeds. 🙂 I would deserve this Unlucky Luck. It would be Karmic justice.
Throwing the idea of luck, good or bad out the window has allowed me to accept life for what it is……a series of misadventures, millions of giggles, an equal measure of tears, and a shooting star or three.
The ‘Oh Woe is Me’ crap, just isn’t me. Life can feel like a Shi*show. Just remember EVERYONE has some version of the Shi*show playing out in their life. When I remember that I’m not the only Actor in this “show”, I suck it up and find a way to deal with it. Hell, if I let it get to me, I might end up a bitter, grumpy individual who makes everyone around her miserable. Then I’d probably come back as a Worm in my next life. Better yet, as a Worm someone will use for fish bait…..think about that Karmic payback.