There was a time, many moons ago, that I thought this would be the luckiest day of my life. A day of my very own. A day to celebrate. And then, as quickly as it began, it ended.
Over the years, I acquiesced to the belief that this was the unluckiest day of the year for me. Boyfriends showed their ugly side (green beer didn't help), people pinched me for not wearing green, friends chimed in with shenanigans while I aimed for a record-breaking hangover, dreams were dreamt and shattered again.
But now, nearly half a lifetime later, I realize the power of the phrase "thoughts become things". I can now see that I created my own reality. Created my own luck. And I can feel my luck is changing.