Today’s the day for the luck ‘o the Irish. All things green. Tiny leprechauns in cereal boxes. All that good stuff.
As far as I know, I have little to no Irish blood. English. Norwegian. Croatian. And only the tiniest drop of Cherokee. As I am so fond of the color green, I always make sure I’m wearing it on St. Patrick’s Day, but that’s about the extent of my celebration. A green sweater. In college, it was green beer and even green eggs and ham. When I worked in the U.S. Senate, the Senators from New York always sent us a green bagel or two on the 17th (yuk!). But I never have the Irish spirit. It just isn’t in me.
Nor do I feel lucky. I might say “I’m so lucky” from time to time, but what I really mean is that I’m grateful for the things in my life. I’ve worked hard for them. The only thing I can feel lucky about is that I was born to two parents who were loving and nurtured my individuality. That, I had nothing to do with.
Luck has little to do with your art career. You might think you’re lucky to be in the right place at the right time or to meet the right person, but you put yourself in that position. Don’t belittle your accomplishments by saying you’re lucky.
Hard work, a vision, and persistence will go a lot further than luck every time.