02/06/2026
I don’t think I’m lucky.
And I want to talk about this, because not much bothers me, but the chat about being ‘lucky’ kinda does.
I remember being in my 20s and my high school BFF would have regular dinners out. We’d both found our soul mates, and they were both working away (one in the navy and one in the Federal Police). We’d pass our solo time by having yummy dinners out at restaurants. We both love to eat.
I remember one night talking on the topic of being lucky. And I said to my friend, that we were lucky to have found our people.
She stopped me and said, “Us, lucky? They’re lucky to have us.”
I think about luck, and its definition is: having good things happen to you by chance, rather than through your own planning or effort.
I don’t think I’m lucky.
I think I work fu***ng hard (sorry mum, I had to swear for this one).
I work hard at my relationship.
I work hard at my job.
I work hard on looking after my family, those that live in my home, and my extended family too.
If you know me well, and those that do, would tell you that I show up and I work hard at anything I do.
Also, I rarely sleep. 😝
But, on the contrary, I was very unlucky growing up.
As a small child, I was abused by an uncle figure. Repeatedly.
This changed my whole life.
Stress like that changes you. It changes the way you see the world, the way you trust people, and the way you move through life.
So I lost my childhood back then. It was wildly unfair, disgusting and all-consuming. I thought about it every day.
I remember sitting watching Playschool in kindergarten class, and I, beyond my years and my peers, was thinking about it then.
WHILE WATCHING NONI ON TV.
I should have been eating craft glue and throwing glitter, and I was thinking about surviving a sick monster.
I nearly didn’t make it, because that monster ruined my life for a while, and I’ll never be completely free of it, as hard as I try.
So, I made a decision to make my life around that trauma amazing.
I wasn’t, and I won’t, leave anything to luck.
Because that inner child who was robbed of innocence and fun, she deserves to do the things that make her happy. That make her soul dance.
Not by chance, but because she deserves them and she made them happen.
So yeah, I’m not lucky.
I’m resilient.
I’m determined.
And I’ve spent a long time creating (and working at) a life that little girl me deserved.
None of that really happened by chance, or without a little hard work behind it.