How Lucky Are You?

I love Frank Sinatra! Since it’s Thursday (it is Thursday, right?) I thought I would do a little throwback from this oldie but goodie.

I wonder if you think you’re lucky or if you even believe in luck at all. A lot of people have different ways of hoping or asking for luck which I find fascinating.

One of my favorites is the waving cat, the Maneki-neko. While it is a Japanese figurine, you have probably seen it in a Chinese restaurant you frequent. It’s that tacky gold thing that sits by the cashier and waves an arm at you.

Then there is the Lucky Bamboo plant. It’s a Feng Shui thing. It is supposed to bring more luck, health and positive energy to your home, but you will also find them in a lot of restaurants or nail salons.

I go to a place that has the cat and the plants and a lot of fountains they don’t want you to touch. I love all of it because I love traditions, but I guess they aren’t for everybody.

Then we have the four leaf clover, the horseshoe and the rabbits foot. While a bit off-putting, I guess you are pretty lucky if you can find a four leaf clover or catch a horse or a rabbit because they are so fast.

Then there are fish. I can tell you all about them because my oldest has had tanks full of them in his room since he was 12. A black fish in a tank absorbs negativity within the house that may have been meant for its owner. If he dies you have to get a new one. We’ve had a few. I’m not sure if that says anything about the energy of our house, or the fact that the tank might not get cleaned as often as it should.

Koi fish are really special and we tried to build a pond for them a few years ago but wound up getting goldfish for it instead. They now live at my sisters house in her pond and have grown exponentially.

Some people like crystals. They think they bring them luck and also positive energy. I do like crystals and have a few, but I like them because they are colorful and sparkly and I’m pretty sure they haven’t done much for me in the luck department. Most girls like sparkly things so I don’t think I’m too weird for having some.

Luck. Is it that simple? Do we need to just buy a few items and place them in our home or under our pillow or wherever we see fit in order to have the magic happen?

Or is luck something totally different? If you look up the actual meaning, it says, happening by chance as in fortuitous. But in order for something to happen by chance, don’t you have to take them?

Which is what makes me wonder if luck is really a thing. Maybe what we perceive as luck is merely listening to our hearts and going for things we want. Taking that leap of faith, going out on a limb, run the risk, stick one’s neck out, take a shot in the dark, throw caution to the wind.

There are a myriad of ways to describe going for that which makes us happy, but I don’t think luck has anything to do with it at all. Luck is merely a perception. If something goes well, we assume we are lucky. If it does not, we might say, “damn the luck!” like luck had anything to do with it at all.

We are our luck. We are the ones who get to make our choices, the ones who get to take those chances and the ones who get to decide if after all is said and done, if it was worth it or not.

So…how lucky are you? On a scale from 1-10, I’d say I’m an 11. I don’t believe any of the inspiration that comes to me to create things has anything at all to do with luck. I think it has everything to do with me honoring the thoughts as they come and then knowing without a doubt, which ones to act on and not being afraid to do so.

I have no regrets, because I’ve pretty much acted on all of my inner promptings. Some may not have worked out the way I had hoped, but in the end, I do see that they worked out for the best.

Is this luck? Nah, I think it’s just called living. In order to live we have to experience and in order to experience, we have to follow our hearts, no matter how scary.

So, how lucky are you?

Morning Walk

I usually wake every morning around 5am. It’s not by choice. I have a cat named Milo who stares at me until I do. He wants to be fed. Sometimes he wakes me much earlier but I push him off the bed and he goes to his bed on the floor until I feel his eyes glaring at me again. 

Since I’m up and he’s fed, I put on my sneakers and go for a walk. Surprisingly, there are usually a few early birds like myself out there. I always say hello to everyone and quite often people don’t say anything back. I know we are still living in a pandemic world, but people didn’t say hello before it, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that they can’t even make eye contact now. 

But somehow I am. It really disturbs me because every day I wake up in a good mood, but when I leave my house, I see so much anger, fear and rudeness, I just want to stay inside.

Yesterday I took my middle son to the dentist and a man honked at me because I didn’t accelerate fast enough at the light. Me, who drinks at least 4 cups of coffee every morning not moving fast enough!

Why are people in such a hurry? Where are they going that is so important, that it trumps being polite? 

Last week I was at the grocery store, which is now likened to being a mouse in a maze with all of the lines on the floor telling you which way to go, that I can’t stand being there anymore. Just when I figured out where everything was in the place, they go and put tape on the floor and I have to walk up two aisles to get to the one I want.

Not such a problem as problems go, right? But when you have to wait to be called now to check out, the line gets pretty long and your grocery time is now doubled. Some people don’t like this. Personally I could care less! My life as an actress is diminishing by the day due to this fucking covid, so I’ve got nothing but time on my hands now.

There was one woman though, who wasn’t having any of it. She had a handful of items and didn’t want to wait like the rest of us; actually refused to. 

“You don’t mind if I go in front of you, do you?” She said, as she placed herself right in front of me and the five people waiting behind.  

Me, a person who has let three people go ahead of me in line before, probably would have offered her the courtesy, but she didn’t even allow for it. I was astonished at her audacity. So I let her know.

Sometimes, no matter how spiritual you are, no matter how much you tap, no matter how much of your time you give to others for free, no matter how many dogs you save, how many birds you feed, no matter how many children you help that come to your door asking for money, no matter how many things you give away to charities, you gotta express how you feel about someone like that and I think it’s perfectly fine. 

I’m not a perfect person, but I’m about as close to an earth angel that you’re gonna find. So I let her know how I felt about her cutting the line. 

“Of course I don’t mind! You are far more important than I am.” I said, big smile with teeth. 

She didn’t quite know what to do with that.  She looked around confused, like she had just smelled something bad and then turned to me and said, “That’s not what I think.”

“But of course you do! It’s fine! Go ahead!” Big smile again. 

And of course…she did! She kept trying to thank me as she bagged her items but I didn’t even look at her. I chose to ignore her on purpose. My thought is, if you’e going to be an asshole, own it. 

So while a lot of the world is choosing to be rude, taking a me-first attitude and ignoring someone simply saying hello, I choose kindness, beauty and love. And if I’m ever having a hard time staying committed to that path, I put on this piece of music and am taken to a place of hope. 

Music speaks to me always. I hope it speaks to you in some way as well. May the posts you read here combined with music bring about laughter, inspiration, a few tears (only a few) and the sheer belief that anything is possible.