I have this thing that arguably may or may not be genetic, but we call it the Bogle luck. My dad has it, oddly enough my brother has it and my sister too, and I’m pretty sure it extends to other family members too. It involves things generally working out in most situations. Isla is the perfect example. I had barely any money in the bank, hardly a life plan at the moment and she literally fell into my lap. Any rational person would have analyzed the situation and thought it completely rediculous for me to take her on, but I did and somehow it’s all working out! (An incredibly handy and supportive boyfriend helps too.) A casual conversation at breakfast brought her up, my dad’s “check it out” mentality encouraged an attempt, turns out she lives in the same slip that I did when I was growing up on Lethe, the pieces fell together and she was mine before I could really think about it. Now this might not seem like luck to some of you – and I agree that maybe it’s not, but these sorts of situations are incredibly recurrent in my families life. This doesn’t mean that there is never struggle or difficulty, but in the end things seem to work out.
I think it mostly has to do with being open to possibility, having a positive outlook and being grateful. I believe that what you put out into the world comes back to you, if all you see and feel is negative, then that is going to be your experience of life. Small changes like trying to see the best in a situation, remembering to be grateful for what you do have, and viewing daily experiences as opportunities for growth and positive change allow space for life to go your way. Truthfully, it’s not luck, but my family is blessed with an amazing outlook and incredibly opportunities and while I don’t know exactly where it comes from, I am grateful.
