Luck be a lady...

So I turn *whispers* 37 tomorrow. Normally I tend to begin my birthday celebrations a week before the actual event and string out as many cake infused/ cocktail drenched activities with as many friends as possible.

But this year I'm a bit mehhh about the whole thing. I guess the day I left my script editing job was filled with cards and cake and presents, plus Sproglet seems to go to a party weekly - so I'm kinda birthday'd out. Husband is taking me to Nobu to feast upon some great sushi in the evening and has been warned I'm expecting cards in the morning from him and Sproglet when I wake up. I may pop to the cinema to see 'Whip It' as I'm a sucker for Drew Barrymore and anything to do with a 'coming of age' movie. I'm hoping for a writing breakthrough (had a peek a fellow writer's first novel today and some others for inspiration and felt like 'why am I even bothering to attempt this?') and maybe a take-away coffee in the morning. And y'know what? That sounds perfect to me.

Since I've left work I've had more time to mull over stuff and lately I've been dwelling on luck - and why some folk have it in spades and others seem to never get a break. I once read a book called 'How to be lucky.' I tell you that the fecker that wrote it certainly was - the whole book boiled down to one simple line 'to be lucky, think lucky.' He managed to inflate it into a book and sell a ridiculous amount of copies. Thing is, I've seen some majorly positive folk - glass is brimming over, let alone half full - go through some really awful life changing events recently. People who deserve nothing but unabated happiness but have had to endure all kinds of woe. I won't betray my friendships by giving any examples here, but they have made me wonder why life can sometimes be so unfair.

So... without coming over all self-help book like, I've been reminding myself every day to be grateful for what I've got - rather than dwelling on what I don't have. So tomorrow, when Husband scrawls a card just as I'm getting up and I hear him call Sproglet to do the same, and when he apologises for not having had time to get me a cake and then showers about 5 minutes before we're due at the restaurant and when the day passes in a fairly similar chore-laden way to any other - it'll suit me just fine.

Cheers!