"And, good luck to you."
That's what I overheard the head of leasing tell the woman he was evicting from our apartment complex. That was at the end of the process of having the one-bedroom inspected and turning in the keys. I was sitting in the waiting room.
Mmmmm, I thought to myself, what a strange thing to say. The woman needs more than luck to get back financially to where she could again afford to pay for an apartment again.
However, I have done a 180 on that. Luck has plenty to do with our success in the world. Now I define "luck" as what we create when we are totally open to reality. That's how we gain access to opportunity. When we are shut down or a closed system, we die a little every day from only inhaling our own stale air.
As they say, my "luck changed" when I left the Northeast Corridor last April. It was there I had grown up and learned to do business. It was also there where I had experienced some hard blows. The most traumatic was the age bias in the New York Metro Area.
Here in the Southwest, there's absolutely no reason to be closed. I feel no threats. And that comes across in my cover letters, resumes and interviews for assignments. My communications boutique, after losing traction in early 2014, has taken off again.
But there are myriad other ways of changing our luck.
Often just regrouping is effective. Flee the toxic colleagues and social acquaintances. You let your guard down.
Another tactic is to join in on new kinds of activities. Instead of volunteering to tutor children, participate in a political campaign.
And yet another move to make is adopting a rescue dog. The four-footer's antics are people magnets. Since Lee came into my life I have had amazing conversations on the street with God's Plenty.
I will probably earn more this year and for years to come than I did even in the supposed best of times in the Northeast. The fear is gone.