In honor of St. Patrick's Day, I'm going to blog about luck. Luck, if anything, is a state of mind: believing that the best will come to you, believing that you deserve the best, believing that wherever we are right now is the moment we should be enjoying.
I personally am not bellying up to the bar with a green beer, but lying in bed with my legs propped up on a pillow. My St. Patrick's Day is partially being spent in bed because:
a) I love my bed
b) I may have overdone it a tad too much today
And no, I didn't overdo it with alcohol. There is no hangover, at least not from alcohol. Three months ago I had a major back surgery and this morning I opted to go on a very small bike ride with my daughters. It's the first time I've been on a bicycle since long before the surgery. It was fun, challenging and scary. It made me feel like an Olympic heroine.
Now I'm aching. And I don't care. I was brave and adventurous, and I created a moment for my daughters and for my myself. Now I get to lie in bed and read and rest and that's also lovely.
So Happy St. Patrick's Day. Go out and create some luck of your own today.