I find it humorous, in my observant little way, that our lucky Week 7 falls on the week of Friday the 13th. It’s always been a “lucky” day for me. But really, the luck my mom told me I had so much of doesn’t really exist. Or rather, how I understood it to be wasn’t the truth or, at least, the whole picture.
I grew up in the age of arcades. Every weekend, my friends and I would ride bikes to the beach which would either start or end up at the arcades. I loved the lights, the sound, the excitement, and, of course, winning. When my hubby and I go on cruises now, I love to play the slot machines, probably for all those same reasons. I often win something (that I usually turn into a purse from the ship shop or an extra massage); however, I really play them for the amusement.
Back to this thing called “luck” — what I now realize is that my “luck” was and is simply my tapping into the universal bounty that God has available for me. I “knew” I would be successful; therefore, I was. BAM! Holy crap! Did I just say, “I ‘KNEW’ I would be successful; therefore, I was”?! As I redefine (or rather resurrect) my confident blueprint and teach my conscious mind to be a better gatekeeper for my subby, I see that my childlike expectation of success is achievable once more EXACTLY as I imagine it to be.
I have always said that there is no such thing as coincidence. Now I also know there is no such thing as luck. All it ever was or ever will be is the absolute utter understanding that I can be what I will to be.