My mother taught me many things in life: how to appreciate what I have, how to love unconditionally, how to stand up for myself, and how to work hard for what I want. But she never taught me about luck.
She believed whatever happened in life was because of people. People, she said, always want something. Whenever anything went wrong in my life, she told me it was because someone out there wanted something, and I got in their way.
As a kid, I didn’t understand. To me, every event in my life seemed like an act of God. But as I grew up, I began to see what she meant. I was passed over for jobs because someone had worked harder to get it. I lost relationships because I wanted something different than he did.
Eventually, though, I made a name for myself because I wanted it enough to work my ass off, compromise with insufferable people, and make the tough calls. I wanted it, and now I have it. But I can’t help wondering whose bad luck I’ve become in the process.