And get this: I won! I got two awesome prizes, including a dinner party for TEN PEOPLE in my house. Hey, I wish I could invite all of you!
So I’m thinking, with my lucky loot tonight…is it time to rush out and play the lottery? Is my luck–somehow–looking up? Should I up the ante on luck–and go for broke?
I have steadfastly celebrated my lucky number as NINE for my entire life. Seriously–I was born on the 9th of the month at 1:09 AM. That has to mean something! Despite this oh-so-lucky numeral, however, I was never the kid who won the raffle prize or who got picked first for basketball. And I sure didn’t guess the number of jelly beans in the jar at the school fair.
I ran the other way when I saw black cats. I crossed my fingers (and toes) a lot. I decided it was smarter to belive in leprechauns than not to believe. I never stepped near a ladder, let along walk under one. And one day I just I stopped saying, “Lucky you,” because it felt like I was giving my luck away.
But not tonight. Tonight I feel lucky. And I’m rolling with it–and my amazing dinner.
Tell me about one time when you had a lotta luck. I love hearing stories.