Feeling Lucky

There are so many quotes to go with luck.

You can’t help but think of Dirty Harry: “I know what you’re thinking. “Did he fire six shots or only five?” Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you’ve got to ask yourself one question: “Do I feel lucky?” Well, do ya, punk?” (Spoiler alert, it was six.)

Or Daft Punk “We’re up all night to get lucky”. (So they think, but they’d have to take the helmets off or they’re going to be up a looooong time.)

Or C.S. Lewis ““Daughter,” said the Hermit, “I have now lived a hundred and nine winters in this world and have never met any such thing as Luck.” (But he also probably never met much of anything or anyone, being that he was…..a hermit.)

But if I had a wish to bestow on a child, like a fairy godmother, I would give them luck.

Some of that is attitude. I’m pretty famous for working hard to find a way to be happy about what is happening to me, when I can’t do anything about it. That’s my cure for unhappiness. I had a flight delayed last summer, but it gave me a beautiful walk in a park, an impromptu dulcimer concert, and a deer munching on leaves just in front of me.

Yesterday I decided to go for a walk in a new area and I was pretty sure that it wasn’t going to be as fantastic as if I’d spent time researching it. I just drove a bit, parked, and walked. It was a bit too hot, and there was a bit too much noise from the road, but there was this…..