According to my first diary, this Saturday is Rob Lowe’s birthday.
Apparently on March 17, 1984, I had a lunch of lamb stew and then spent an afternoon flying a kite and swapping scratch and sniff stickers with my sister. Then later I got together with Rob.
Um, via collage.
When it came to crushes and boys I put a lot of emphasis on luck and wishing and okay occasionally praying to certain patron saints in the name of love. I probably would’ve spent my entire St. Patrick’s Day in a clover patch waiting for the Great Four Leaf Clover to arrive if I thought it would help my case.
Yes, St. Patrick’s Day was extra special and extra lucky. It was the one day a year that I owned my freckles and my complete inability to tan. But when I was a young teenager it offered me something even more powerful.
Okay so maybe my diary entries portray me as kind of clueless (and dork-tastic, check out this post if you’re not quite sure), but there’s something to be said for a little positive thinking.
Because gluing your picture alongside your crush (or combing a clover patch) leaves you open for opportunity.
“Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.”
Like on March 17, 1990.
Preparation: I curled my hair and put on something green.
Opportunity: A frat house St. Patrick’s Day party.
The luck: I met my husband.
No glue or scissors needed
Wishing you a rainbow
For sunlight after showers
Miles and miles of Irish smiles
For golden happy hours
Shamrocks at your doorway
For luck and laughter too,
And a host of friends that never ends
Each day your whole life through
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
What are your thoughts on luck?