I ended last week’s column with “I am the luckiest girl I know,” and yet when I saw that in writing after the newspaper was printed, I thought, no, I’m not lucky. Luck is for lottery ticket winners.
I believe I deserve to have a happy life and I live for that goal, and I am rewarded in my hard work to get it.
I practice acceptance. I practice reassurance. I practice believing that I have more than once chance in this world to get things right and when I doubt my timing (and I do doubt my timing a lot), I always come back to believing I am right where I’m supposed to be.