A few years ago, Lindsay was in a movie called Just My Luck. You probably didn’t see it, and I can’t say I’d put it on your bucket list (though I am fairly fond of the cheerful, pop soundtrack, done entirely by a band called McFly), but the premise was really interesting.
Lindsay Lohan played Ashley, a girl who is ridiculously lucky in life until she happens to kiss a tremendously unlucky guy and voila, their luck factors swap. Soon she’s down and out and he’s living the perfect life. Having been lucky her entire life, she’s completely at a loss for how to deal with a string of ridiculously bad luck, and hilarity (or at least mild amusement) ensues.
I’m not a big believer in luck, but it does strike me in my own life that for many, many years life was very tough for me. And by tough I mean almost exclusively filled with first-world problems, but certainly with their own fair share of tears and drama.
And then life wasn’t so tough anymore.
It wasn’t because I kissed the right guy at a costume party. It was because I had a good, hard look at my life, at the terrible choices I’d made and all the stupid things I’d done, and I decided I needed to change. It was long and slow, and I owed a lot of people a lot of apologies, and had a lot of decisions to make, but it did change. So when good things happen to me, I do consider myself lucky, but I invariably remember times when I was not so lucky, and that those days were largely of my own doing.
What do you think? Do we make our own luck, or are some people just naturally lucky?
And while we’re at it, would you say Lindsay Lohan is tremendously lucky, or tremendously unlucky?