I’m a very lucky man. I didn’t alway think this. I used to fill my head with thoughts of how unlucky I was. “If only I was better looking. If only I’d been more popular at school. If only I’d been born with more innate talent.” That’s embarrassing.
Here’s why I’m lucky: I was born in western Europe to fairly well-off parents. I have both arms and both legs. I possess modest intelligence, near perfect eyesight and I can vaguely string an English sentence together in both spoken and written form.
But wait, there’s more:
General instances of good luck
My consciousness is attached to a human being – that’s lucky, I would hate to have been a slug, although I’ve always thought being an albatross would be kinda cool.
I am alive in 2013. I am alive in the internet age and I therefore have the opportunity to set up an online business and craft my own lifestyle. If I was a human at any time before a few years ago this wouldn’t have been possible. I would have done what I was told (by the boss / factory owner / feudal landlord / lord / king / chief / whoever).
Specific instances of good luck
Once upon a time I was a barely-employable “mac-monkey”, trudging round joyless London offices, performing the mind-numbing, repetitive tasks that no-one else wanted to do.
Only a few years later I was running a successful graphic design business from home. How? The following helped:
- My freelance work meant I had time to work at home and build up my business whilst money was still coming in.
- I was introduced to WordPress (the most popular website CMS on the internet) in 2005
- I started blogging in 2006
- My website looked shockingly bad from 2005-2007 but it didn’t matter then because the recession hadn’t happened yet.
I’m so lucky it’s embarrassing. I have to learn to be grateful.
I can do it
I hereby promise to wake up every morning and thank the universe for my position within it and experience of it.