I feel lucky

August 5th, 2016

I feel lucky.

This girl feels lucky to be alive, everyday. An emotional girl with a hipster chic style, who’s loyal to her friends, loving to her family, and with conceited mcbitch tendencies, makes her way through this beautiful world.

I wake up and try to bring my best. I live in the moment but think to the future and the immense possibilities that can come from each. Anything can happen and I can make anything happen that I want to happen. It’s easy to feel dissuaded from going after what you want. It can feel that each time you think you’ve got it figured out, actually you don’t, but that’s life, and that feeling can’t discourage you from trying again. I won’t figure everything out. I’m learning everyday in a multiplicity of ways. Everyone is the same and everyone is different. The details there are fascinating and lovely.

This space is a platform for my thoughts and my voice. Everyone should feel this is in their right. There are more people alive today than have ever been dead, total. There are a lot of people in the world. I am one. I find everyone interesting in their own way, cliche, but truth. I want everyone to feel like the luckiest person alive, regardless of traditional measures of success. I can be single and untethered and unclear of what direction to go next, but I am happy, and that is what being successful should be about. I am lucky, and I am happy, but also I make my own luck, and my own happiness. Life is what you make it.