Interesting perspective in this photo by sergio souza on Unsplash |
Twice on Wednesday I found myself talking to someone about
how lucky I am. The first time, I was sitting on the back of my horse, talking
to my friend and trainer, Gayle, about how my experience with Tank has been one
of the best things in my whole life. We talked about how lucky I feel first to
even own a horse, and also to have one that I’ve been able to bond with so
closely. I mentioned that my life is so much better than I ever imagined it
being. Though I was speaking out of the emotion of the moment, glossing over
the pain and emotional storms I’ve weathered, it is true that I am lucky. If I
started to list the struggles and problems of my life, that lucky feeling would
certainly fade. It was then that I realized it’s my choice what version of my life to dwell on, and ultimately my
choice whether I feel “lucky” or not.
Lucky doing what he does best |