Does luck have anything to do with anything? I mean, truthfully, I think people who are inherently lucky are 1. annoying or 2. exaggerating. This isn’t me having an issue with a holiday or the proverbial “luck o’ the Irish.” I love my redheaded friends, especially when we’re in costume and drinking green beer! I love a theme, y’all, but that is a story for another day.
There really is no measure of luck in this life; it’s all about how hard you want to work. Let me just say on the record here, in front of all our friends, that I will work my butt off for pretty much anything, but I have never won a fabulous Instagram giveaway. Unfortunately for me, I usually end up buying the prize of said giveaway, because social media ads are targeted and I have next to no willpower. I could be buying far worse things than clothes, right? Right.
I’m a big fan of chasing someone across a parking lot, sending 16 follow-up emails, bribery (when appropriate) – and do not get me (or any Southern woman over the age of 30) started on a thank you note. Write your thank you notes, people! Seriously. And do not wait for someone to remind you to do it. Tough break on the day after Christmas when those envelopes better be stamped, addressed, and in the mailbox with the flag up if you want to play with your new Polly Pocket Raceway.
If that sounds oddly specific, 8-year-old me is shuddering somewhere. Thank goodness I had impeccable spelling and punctuation; otherwise, that thank you note would have been marked up with red ink and sent back by a lovely great-aunt who is giggling at this sentiment up in heaven.
Say it with me: Nothing worth having comes easy. My friends who get yelled at by choice on Tuesdays and Sundays at Cyclebar hear this quite often. Truthfully, I don’t know if any opportunity I have ever had has been easy to get. There’s usually someone whose ear I have to talk off first. I don’t think anyone in the history of ever has gotten by unscathed.
Talk about luck – seeing no one your mom knows in the grocery store! A 10-minute Publix trip can very easily turn into two hours depending on how busy the milk aisle is.
So no, you are not unlucky. You probably aren’t trying hard enough. (Maybe I should read this in front of the mirror!)
Dedication is a gateway drug. Maybe if I wasn’t so dedicated to Amigos barbecue chicken salad and skinny coconut margaritas, they wouldn’t recognize my number when calling in an order. In this day and age, some of the biggest negotiations are done via email, Skype, and slack channels – I promise sending that risky text isn’t as deep as it seems.
And remember, if they don’t offer you a seat at the table, bring a folding chair.
Happy March! Happy green everything! Happy spring. Things are looking up y’all – I can almost taste Heritage and sundress season.
