Does "bad luck" seem to plague you and follow you wherever you go with seemingly no end in sight? [I Am Afraid of Failure]

@ spank: You know, sometimes just reframing a situation and changing one's perspective can do a lot. For instance, maybe it's not so much that you're plagued with bad luck; maybe you're just keenly attuned to mishaps and the like. To be fair, you can't really rush through doorways in darkened rooms without expecting something to happen.

We are - all of us - full of mistakes. I personally think learning to laugh at ourselves is one of the wisest and most freeing things we can learn as we get older. Some people seem to move through life more gracefully, and maybe they do. But we ALL have skills, talents and luck unique to us and our circumstances. We just have to listen closely and fall in line with the rhythm of our own music.

Like you, if there's an obstacle I'll hit it, a step and I'll fall down it, a low-hanging item and I'll run into it. I don't win contests or games of chance. I've never been "picked out of a crowd" or had such luck befall me I couldn't believe my good fortune. But I have a different sort of luck. I've had to save all mine up for a few truly threatening situations in which the outcomes were decidedly undetermined. My personal luck is saved for survival, and I'm okay with that. They can keep their free cookware and I'll invest in Band-Aids.

You only need to find your luck. Try not to be resistant to it. Luck and good fortune float through the air; but you have to believe you're allowed to reach up and grab some for yourself. You deserve all the goodness the universe has to offer, just the same as anyone else. Next time you find yourself lamenting your bad luck, ask yourself what small lesson has just presented itself to you as a gift. Good luck, and take it from me, wear shoes; enough broken toes will teach you a thing or two.

i think of failure as an indirect way of succeeding, after all, in order to succeed, one must first fail, and without failure, we wouldn't know our own weaknesses, our own strength's, our own selves, a milk bucket under a bull isn't as useless as you may seem, think of the bucket as the bull's fifth leg, i know all to well about a cut on your eye, i got into a fight with a kid in school a few years back after he called me his bitch... he didn't like my response very much, i told him if he wanted a bitch, he should check the pound, so he slapped me across the face, and asked me if i was his bitch, so i gave his nuts a painful delay of Useage with a steel toe boot.. and after that happened he slammed my head into a desk, luckily i didn't lose an eye, though i did get a somewhat inch long scar across my left eyebrow about half an inch above my left eye....

Hugs

@streben: Excellent point about learning about oneself from mistakes and failures. If you can figure that out early on, you're set. You can't win without knowing what losing is. And when the win comes, you enjoy it only as much as your let yourself. *wags finger* But don't fight.

"...delay of usage..."
"...as a milk bucket under a bull..." It must be colorful language day. I have two new favorite phrases.

And Spank: That last one will never apply to any human. ;)

Oconnor,
Speaking of "wagging fingers," I was taught very young that when you point a finger at someone else, you have THREE pointing back a you!" I never forgot that. It helped me in my decision to stop "judging a book by its cover," and not make up my mind about a person until I see the person as a whole of what they are. I have found many precious friends that way.

Thanks, EF, I needed that. In fact, here in Brazil, people say that to each other all the time. This is especially true with emails, texting and over the cell phone. That's right, technology here is great and easily accessible to all.
Thanks for your support. It speaks volumes to me.

In life you choose what you focus on remember, and what your vuew of it is .. .. .. ilthe secret is in focusing on the good and choosing to put it in the front of your mind and keep them there . . . .

Some people are just arseholes