Today is supposed to be a lucky day, not only because I get to sleep in tomorrow, but because it is 11/11/11. Funny, isn’t it, how we humans like to attach significance to patterns and numbers? It’s as though we feel that somehow we are in control of the universe, if only we can find that special pattern. If only we can connect that special pattern to significant events in our lives, then maybe all the stars will align and we really will be lucky. As for me, my day started out not so lucky. Due to a variety of events (that were out of my control), our weekend trip was cancelled, leaving a hollow feeling that I was missing out on something. On the other hand, it did give me extra time to work on my manuscript. And I did receive a phone with a speaking invitation for an upcoming convention. So, maybe 11/11/11 is lucky after all and it was really good luck that intervened and insisted I stay home this weekend.
Either way, it’s important to acknowledge that November 11 always carries its own significance. I can feel sorry for myself, that I missed out on a trip, or I can feel happy that I made great progress on my manuscript. But I MUST feel grateful, for those, who were selfless enough to consider my future when they marched off to the trenches.
No matter what the date, I have to admit, that I am very lucky to be granted the life I live.