Not Exactly #Lucky…

“Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.”

…..The Dalai Lama

I’ve heard people say I am lucky.

I’m not. But I do work hard and I over-think so much that I’m usually right ahead of the bad luck that might have come my way if not for all of the planning I do.

There have been times, however, when I’ve known enough to stay enough from some person or thing because my untrained spidey-senses were in overdrive, but usually, I test out as much as I can before backing off, just because sometimes I like a little risk taking.

I took a risk at sixteen and moved out on my own. I took a risk at nineteen and moved to New York City. Then I took other risks here and there – a relationship here, a career choice there and, voila – here I am.

Break. For music…

The older I get, the longer it is between risks. For a while I thought I’d take a little luck-searching vacation – thought I had all of the good fortune I might need. Now I think it’s better if I go back out there – make some luck happen for myself. Work hard, put in the effort, stick to deadlines. If history is any indication – I’m about to get lucky again soon, but at some point luck is no longer a random occurrence. It’s planned for and shaped and then what does it become? Destiny? Fate? Reality? All of those things?

See? This is what I think about on Sunday nights when I’m trying to get ready for the work week. I think about work, luck and hobbies. Hobbies, to be honest, are on my mind 24/7 now because I’m really going to wind down my hobby list over the next week. I should run a contest to see what hobby I should pick up, but that feels too much like work.

I have narrowed it down to three things:

Learning to play guitar, learning to surf and knitting. I wonder if I could do all three of those things, if I promised not to do them all at the same time. What do you think?

Before I forget, go see Dallas Buyers Club starring Matthew McConaughey and Jared Leto. It is simply brilliant, brilliant, and brilliant. Watching it reminded me of the early 1980s and how little we knew about HIV and AIDS and then I got to thinking about what it would have meant if we hadn’t wasted so much time thinking, as a public, that we didn’t need to worry about HIV and AIDS unless we were gay. If we hadn’t let bigotry determine how doctors viewed the disease – would we be twenty years into a cure? We’ll never know, but movies like Dallas Buyers Club can teach a new generation about a disease that is nowhere near gone, only moving itself to new, unaware groups of people. More on that later.

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