"The harder I work, the luckier I get." - Mark Twain
I've quoted those pithy words more times than I can count. That would be OK were Twain's maxim not frequently accompanied by my knowing smirk and snarky inner conversation. You'd welcome more luck, you say? Ha! Work harder, loser.
But my daughter has me re-thinking the price I might have paid living by Twain's words. Being so consumed with hard work can leave less room for joy. And it's also possible Mark's ethic made it more difficult for me to recognize signs pointing to abundance and the role of serendipity in life. It's clear - and totally understandable - that my Depression-era parents influenced me to look at the world through a lens of scarcity and that their focus was on unremitting hard work. But it's equally clear I can shift both that lens and focus. More important, any future coaching I offer my daughter will benefit if I add some ballast.
So, although I'm not retiring this particular Twain maxim, I'm turning down the volume. I'm also going to give more attention to how luck can enrich my life. Thanks, honey.
I am extremely lucky to be surrounded by learners who are willing to change. That is one of the qualities I admire most about you.
ReplyDeleteJust re-read this. what a cool post, and a neat way to look at this tendency.
ReplyDeleteNot-so-unknown; How was it that you stumbled across this? Thanks for feedback; I owe the insight to you!
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