I think a lot of people can look at my life and see good things - some might point and say that I'm "lucky" for those. But a lot of people look and see bad things, tough times, challenges, struggles - the things that are my strokes of bad luck, maybe. But I see my luck differently.
I am lucky to have been hospitalized for depression at the very young age of 24, because I was able to face many issues that otherwise might have gone unchecked for years.
I am lucky to still be alive in spite of the depths of that depression.
I am lucky to have had 16 years with a sincerely loving father before I lost him to cancer.
I am lucky to have a mother I can talk to by phone whenever I want, even if I can't see her often.
I am lucky to have broken off my engagement amicably, before a wonderful man and I got stuck in an unhappy marriage.
I am lucky to have enough money in the bank to deal with car trouble or unemployment when they strike me suddenly.
I am lucky to look in the mirror and see five extra pounds, because it means that I am well fed and healthy.
I am lucky to be single during an intense period of self-discovery.
I am lucky to have friends in this great blogosphere who listen when I whine and complain about all the blessings in my life that I just don't notice.
That's the thing with luck - it's always there, if you just look for it.
This post was written as a part of the March Blog Exchange. I wasn't able to connect with my partner, so I am posting this at my own site. If I'm able to get in touch with her later, hopefully I'll be hosting her here! For more information on the Blog Exchange, including how to participate next month, click here.