Sometimes I think I am a really lucky person, then I think no screw that, I work hard for everything I have and I create my own good fortune and I appreciate everything around me.
This trip I keep thinking how lucky I am to have such great weather, and sure that is out of my control but I do feel the universe continues to smile down on me and provide for me, because I appreciate it – who knows?
What I do know is that I have been away for 2 weeks now and I have had two whole weeks of great weather, amazing food, and ridiculous natural wonders that have charged this little girls soul to the moon and back.
Glorious sunsets, full moons, I have been spoilt endlessly by nature and by total strangers feeding me, housing me, driving me around.
I feel even luckier that while I am enjoying this holiday so much, I love my life at home so much I can still miss it, and look forward to returning to it.
Luck is it something that happens or does it just happen for those who try, those who believe, those who appreciate?