I’ve had a lucky life. Whenever I needed something, the universe seems to have provided for me.
But that got me thinking… am I lucky, or is something else afoot?
Something I can say for certain is that I’ve had my share of strange decisions I’ve made thus far in my life. So far I think I can count four major ones (well, three with one in process at the moment) that have made me who I am.
- Leaving Benedictine High School after two years and a day
- Dropping out of college to get into consulting
- Moving out to a new city, Seattle, and forking over a crap-ton of money to buy a house right off the hop
- Moving to Nashville (in
process) having never set foot in the city (in my defense, I’ve spent time in the state plenty)
Each of these had a possibility of going pear shaped. But at the same time, the risks that I took were mostly calculated. The downside of each was relatively limited, but the upside was great.
For instance, college… if I didn’t make the cut in the real world I could have certainly just gone back to school.
Maybe the concept of luck is just the idea that you open yourself up to the bounty that the universe presents. If I hadn’t taken these risks I would not have been where I am now. I would be a very different person.
And truth be told, I think I’m rather happy with who I am. I have hard days often enough, but I think on balance I’m in a good spot.
The culmination of all these thus far is that I’ll be in a house that’s 100% paid for with no mortgage and no debt to speak of. That’s something to write home about.
Is it luck? Is it risk? I don’t know… maybe a good helping of each?