I’m not a lucky person. I don’t win contests. I haven’t won the lottery. I don’t happen into good fortune. I don’t fall into favor. I am reasonably attractive, not beautiful. I’m bright, not brilliant. I’m not naturally charismatic but can be engaging. I don’t stand in the middle but can be seen off to the side. I don’t win big poker hands but rather grind them down slowly. I don’t win all the battles but usually win the war. So if I want something I don’t wait for it to be given to me, I work for it and I usually get it.
I know that everything I have, I’ve earned. I don’t doubt my abilities, or question my profits. I don’t ask for favors and I don’t believe I am entitled to anything. I know my success is something I am worthy of, my achievements genuine. I don’t question my ability and am never morally compromised. And when I lose, I don’t walk away bitter but realize that I have to work harder.
In the greater scheme of things, I know this is for the best. But I still occasionally buy a raffle ticket and play the lottery because maybe just once it will be my lucky day.