On Luck

I've been really, really lucky lately.

For one, I got a well-paying new job, which is going to open up whole new avenues for me. I can buy clothes that actually fit me from shops like "Tall Girl" I can finish making my apartment what I want it to be (I'm a couple cans of paint and a few items of furniture shy of my ideal), I can look into getting my full driver's license, I can pay off my student loan and a couple of other small debts, I can visit my friends in Europe more often...The possibilities are endless!

And you know what? I'm feeling satisfied. I don't have said material goods yet, but I don't NEED them. I'm happy with the possibility of them; the fact that I have the means to acquire them if I so choose.

And now that I'm feeling satisfied, I'm starting to feel like I don't need my luck anymore, or at least, not so much of it. I fell that it would be better spent elsewhere. I feel like concentrating all my good luck into someone else. Or a few someone elses.

I've always sent my good vibes to friends in need, but I suddenly want to do more. I want to really pray for them. I'm not Christian, but "pray" is the best word for what I'm thinking. I want to do more than "good vibes." I want to give a bit of my own good fortune to someone I love.

I don't know if that's how the universe works, but dammit, I'm going to try!!!