Feelin lucky, lady?

When I picture Lady Luck, I imagine a smartly-dressed babe, coolly tossing a pair of dice, her head cocked as if to ask, “Are ya feelin’ lucky? Well, are ya?” She’s no fairy godmother swooping down to fill your closet with expensive shoes; Lady Luck rolls on the darker, seedier side of town in her souped-up convertible, shaking her head at the suckers who think they’ve got a chance. She’s the nudge that turns your head to see a five dollar bill on the sidewalk and the rock star parking space when you’re late for a meeting, but she can be elusive and downright cruel when you need her most. Mostly, she just helps us help ourselves, and if we want some of her good juju, we’d best pay careful attention to opportunities, like the women in this month’s issue: Miz Luck dealt them each a hand, but it’s their own moxie and inner strength that won the game. So the Lady and I have settled into an understanding - the harder I work and the more mindful I am, the more she seems to show up. And when she does, I ride shotgun as long as she’ll let me.

~Jessica Leigh