Today is not my lucky day, Happy’s. I know this already because when I came into work and tried to login to my laptop, it decided to play games with me and shut me out. It’s not the first time this has happened, so I know how it works. Let’s just say that after an hour of to-ing and throwing, the laptop always wins. Until I throw it out the window. But I’m yet to come to that point (despite dreaming of it right now, as I write this here blog.)
Today, is of course, also Melbourne Cup; a day on the Australian calendar where you require some form of luck on your side. In a pool of 24 (or, 23 now that the rather unlucky little Bauer was scratched) it’s a big pool of hopefuls for an amateur like me. No matter how much research or how many tips you get, at the end of the day, it’s just the horse that runs the best on the day who takes home the prize money.
There is, as expected, mixed ideas as to how much luck plays a part in our race to the finish line. In life, we’re not all equally lucky. Unfortunately, some of us are born with a far greater head start and as much as we hope that everyone can race to the finish line and come out a winner, it’s not always the case in reality. Just like it’s not the case today.
But while luck may be needed to win money on a horse race or befriend your computer again, it’s not always needed in life. Many of us spend our lives comparing ourselves to everyone around us – The chick with the better legs than you, the girl who gets all the hot boys, the woman who’s a thousand times smarter than you, the family with the private plane… the list is endless and often referred to as ‘lucky’.
But here’s a thought: Why are we comparing ourselves to those around us? They’re not our competition and we’re not all running the same race. So, why do we feel the need to constantly focus on the journey happening next to us, instead of the journey in front of us? Our journey. Not Betty’s, or Susie’s, or Paris Hilton’s but OURS. It’s weird when you think about it, right? Damn right.
So I propose a challenge. I want to you to put your blinkers on for a while and instead of looking at what you don’t have, or wondering why Betty has far better legs than you (yes, she’s a lucky bitch but I bet you a champagne that she works hard on those legs, too), I want you to focus on how lucky you are to have what you have and forget the race going on next to you. Even for a second. Good luck!
Tell me Happy’s…
Do you find you compare yourself to those around you?
Does it make you feel better, or worse?
How much do you think luck plays a part in our lives?