If you spend more than 20 minutes with me you’ll hear me say that I am the luckiest woman in the world.
I have the best job in the world. I have a life I wouldn’t have been bold enough to dream of, a marriage that delights me, and children that bring me joy in ways I’d never imagined.
I am not a genius, but I’m smart enough to look around me and know that I’ve got all I could ever ask for, and I’m going to enjoy it.
This is not a dress rehearsal. I’m not waiting until the second act to embrace all that is good.
Last night I met a lady who absolutely radiates joy and adventure. She asked me a little bit about blogging, and I told her how lucky I am, that I have an incredible job.
“You make your luck.” She smiled and laughed a hearty laugh.
“But I’m so lucky.” And she reminded me that I made my luck.
And I realized that I really am the luckiest woman in the world. I am surrounded by talented, bright women who give more than they take. Perhaps that is part of the luck that I made.