The Curse of Being Lucky

a four-leaf clover being held up to a sky with clouds

All my life, I’ve considered myself to be lucky. I always get a parking space, usually upfront, even in the busiest places. I readily find four-leaf clovers. I’ve won front row concert tickets, missed being hurt by the skin of my teeth, had lost things brought back to me, and returned to my car minutes before the parking cop. These things are without a doubt very lucky. My luck most likely continues because I believe it to be true with all my heart. But, this isn’t about manifesting luck. That is for another time. This is the curse that comes with being lucky.

When things always seem to work out in your favor, you don’t take life very seriously. The decisions you make don’t matter much, because there’s always another thing waiting around the corner. This made me lazy and unmotivated. It possibly also made me sad and lonely. I didn’t have direction or purpose. I floated along in life just chasing after the next shiny thing that caught my eye. I had never even made yearly goals, or used a planner.

Intentional, motivated living came to me on the heels of a health crisis. (Not so lucky now, am I?) I was genuinely shocked to learn that I would need surgery to repair my esophagus. I had been having difficulty swallowing along with reflux for about five years before I rode the medical merry-go-round for my diagnosis. It was either elective surgery at a time that was good for me, or emergency surgery when the diverticulum burst on its own. It was a no-brainer.

In the months leading up to my scheduled surgery gave me so much perspective on how I wanted to live this life. This time during what felt like facing death was a huge blessing. I felt the call to live intentionally every single moment of every single day, or at least as much as I could. There is no time to waste.

I started to dive deeper into my spiritual practices. Meditation times lengthened, and I started to spend more time exploring alternative healing methods. I also started to sharpen my intuitive abilities, so I could hear my Highest Self.

I was worried that my newly found way of living would be cut short on the operating table. But, of course, I was lucky, and made it through a-okay. It wasn’t all sunshine and roses. The recovery was the hardest thing I’ve ever been through. But I was driven, and ready to take my life in a planned direction for a change.

What I’ve learned though all of this is how important it is to have purpose, and maybe a hint of direction. Our basic needs are first, followed by love and belonging. But right after those things, purpose.

If you are floating through life without purpose, we should talk. I’ve been there, and I may be able to help you. I offer a free, no obligation, no strings phone call. Just an honest conversation about what’s happening with you. Simply send me a message through my Contact Form. I hope to hear from you soon.