Many years ago, after winning big at a casino in Monaco, one of my dearest friends and fellow European adventurists, Holly, declared
That I had a horseshoe up my ass.
That everything always goes right for me.
That I'm one LUCKY motherfucker.
It's true, I had never even been to a casino before and on my second try at the slot machines, I was a winner. The lights started flashing and the clinging and clanging of money falling falling falling into the dispenser gave me a huge rush. I can see how people get addicted to gambling....because winning sounds good and feels even better.
It doesn't mean that I'm not sad sometimes.
It doesn't mean that I don't experience pain and hurt.
It doesn't mean that I'm always happy.
It doesn't mean that I'm always strong.
It doesn't mean that I always win.
That I get to be me.
That I can celebrate my imperfections
That I have so much love in my life.
That I can let my light shine through.
That I can embrace my pain and let it show me a lesson or two.
That I can love life and let it love me right back.
Life is like that casino and the choices that we make are each somewhat of a gamble. We are all just hoping to experience the clinging clanging of happiness and feel the rush of winning. However, I know that when I'm experiencing a loss, I will always remind myself of that horeshoe up my ass. Even when it's difficult and I have to try and see it through some tears.