Monday, March 30, 2009

Do we find luck … or make it?

I found this four-leaf clover this morning while out for my daily walk with my dog, Sophie.

Four-leaf clovers always make me happy. “Look at me!” they shout. “I’m different!” Botanists might describe them as mutants, but to me, they are a happy accident. Not so different from lots of the people I know, who don’t exactly fit the mold.

Last year, I found 14 four-leaf clovers without trying very hard. Granted, I spent a lot of time walking the dog and hanging around soccer fields while my daughter played or practiced. But I’ve always had a knack for being able to spot things like this. I once found my grandmother’s earring in our 1/2 acre front yard. It is one of my special gifts.

I’ve never been one for believing in luck. The whole concept rubs me the wrong way. Why should one person with “luck” have an easy life, others have to work for what they need, and still others work really hard and still not get what they need? I try to value hard work, perseverance and creativity. I’m making my own luck!

NOTE: I found ANOTHER four-leaf clover the next day! I’m on a roll!