Want to Get Lucky?
Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity. —Seneca (4 BC-65 AD)
Getting lucky means different things to different people. For instance, I know some of my gal pals well enough to know their minds immediately went into the gutter on this one. Sorry to disappoint, ladies (you know who you are). The “getting lucky” I’m talking about has nothing to do with whipped cream, chocolate sauce and George Clooney.
That’s certainly a worthy image, though.
The “getting lucky” to which I’m referring is more along the lines of checking the numbers to find you’ve just become the latest Powerball winner.
The realization would knock you flat, wouldn’t it?
Because even though you forked over the two bucks for the ticket, you never really expected to win. But even with something like Powerball, Seneca’s quote sticks. See, I can think up numbers all day long, but until I actually acquire a ticket (preparation) to play Powerball (opportunity) I’ll never have a chance to win (luck).
And now you’re thinking, “But the odds of winning are astronomical!” And that is true. It is also true that someone, somewhere, wins—twice a week, every week, week in and week out.
That isn’t to say preparation meeting opportunity will always equal luck, any more than it is true to say if you purchase whipped cream and chocolate sauce you’ll have the date of your dreams with George. But consider this: If you buy whipped cream and chocolate sauce (preparation), and you finagle your way onto a movie set with George (opportunity), you never know what wondrous things will occur (luck). Of course, you could get yourself arrested for stalking, or he might mistake you for his mother. (These would constitute badluck, but Seneca never specified good or bad, so you can’t blame him.)
I recently attended the Georgia Romance Writers
June workshop featuring Claire Cook
, the author of “Must Love Dogs.”
She told the story of how her novel became a movie starring Diane Lane and John Cusack.
See, her book was on display in a bookstore when who happened to walk in but a Hollywood producer . . . whose beloved dogs were at that very moment awaiting his return to the car. He happened to see the book, related to the title, bought the book, read the book, and—voila!—a movie was born.
Luck? You bet. But the luck was contingent upon preparation and opportunity. First came preparation—writing the book, polishing the story; next came opportunity—finding an agent, publishing and distributing the book. Without preparation meeting opportunity, fifteen Hollywood producers could have traipsed through that bookstore with nary a movie on the horizon.
Preparation, Opportunity, and Luck: A winning trifecta.
There are no promises, of course. You probably won’t win the Powerball, and the odds of scoring a date with George Clooney are slim. But the whipped cream and chocolate sauce, buttercup, will never go to waste.
See you next week for the naked truth about . . . double standards.
Have a great week!