Aug 17 Lucky
“I’d rather be lucky than good, any day.” This is another bit of wisdom imparted to me by my grandfather and throughout my life, it’s become a bit of a mantra for me.
My friends used to call me “Lucky” but not because I’m the one who wins the lottery or contests, but because somehow despite the crazy predicaments I’ve found myself I’ve usually landed on me feet – beaten, bruised, battered but still standing.
Lucky, I’m okay with that.
Today I’m thankful for
- those little bits of luck in my life that find me dangling from the last tree limb on the cliff but give me a way to scramble back to a safe spot.
- summer rain – even if it’s hot and sticky, there’s still refreshment and renewal.
- the little slice of peace and quiet this morning before Monday finds her legs.
For what are you thankful?