And I'm not just talking about random life events, like winning the lottery, I'm thinking about luck in the broader sense of the circumstances into which each of us is born. It took me a while to realise that my journey through life has been eased by several tailwinds. I have had the incredible luck of being born in the UK, in a peaceful period of history.
It was hard work for sure. And heart, determination, resilience. Plus the talent and skill of Troy Parrott and others. But maybe it's also OK to be open to the fact that we got lucky. Bounces of the ball could have gone different ways. The ref could have had a different opinion on a billionaire's elbows. Sure, you make your own luck. But sometimes, the randomness of the universe also comes along to give you a little helping hand.
You can always tell when you've hit a lucky streak. It can start with finding a crisp $10 bill in your pocket. Then you venture outside, and everyone seems to be extra nice. Maybe a barista gives you a free croissant just because, and then it snowballs from there. Before you know it, you're thriving at work, your love life is blossoming, and everything seems to be going your way.