“Lady Luck: do we create her? Or is she forced upon us?”
The other day while making my way to work at some revolting hour of the morning, the following things happened to me: 1) I cut my leg shaving in the shower. 2) I fell down the stairs in the dark. 3) I accidentally reversed my car into a pole.
And then number 4) – the worst luck so far – I walked into the kitchen at work and there was no o milk left for my 4am coffee.
Had I walked under a ladder? Broken a mirror? Tipped over a salt shaker?
I did hang a horseshoe e with the ends pointing down once in Year 6, but I’m sure my y appalling hairdo in Year 7 was penance for that.
Had a black cat crossed d my path? And then I remembered. bered.
The week before, I had d deliberately, unapologetically cally and with great gusto failed ed to pass on a chain letter. An email one.
You don’t need to know w who sent it. (OK, it was my little le sister who – frankly as a no-nonsense nsense member of the Armytage clan – should know better.)
Seven of us received it, , and as I scanned the pages regarding rding a feel-good story of karma ma (someone’s great-grandfather ather who’d discovered penicillin n in some
godforsaken place, blah, blah), I felt my hackles start to rise. My annoyance was not directed at the inventor of antibiotics. It was for the inventor of the email chain. And also for myself, because try as I might to detach from the possibility of seven years’ bad luck if I didn’t pass it on to seven people in my inbox, I still felt fearful. Paradoxically Paradoxically, while I consider myself to be a fairly s sensible young woman (who lies about ab her age), I also refuse to put shoe shoes on a table or open an umbrella inside the house. And the very thought of disobey disobeying a chain letter still scares the bejesus out of me. Go Good old Lady Luck. Do you c create her for yourself? Or is she forced upon us? Most of us try to bring good luck to our lives. To be optimi optimistic, hard-working, resilien resilient and happy for others. But on the days we’re easily annoyed and lazy, should we avoid sha shaving our legs at 3.30am and take our own milk to work? And why w do we wish people “good lu luck” before an exam or a wedding weddi or a family Christmas? Can Lady Luck save us if we’re n not properly prepared? Has anyone ever actually found a four-leaf clover? And who should we turn to for advice? Dirty Harry with his “Do you feel lucky, punk?” The Dalai Lama preaches, “Sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.”
There’s Frank Sinatra, who sang ‘Luck Be A Lady’.
How about the Irish, who swear by the saying “the harder you work, the luckier you get”?
And then there’s my mother, who just plainly swears: “I think the L in my Luck has been replaced with an F.”