Feeling lucky after doing everything right?
That’s not luck, it’s proper preparation.
Then it all goes wrong?
That’s not luck either.
When we face problems we don’t count on good luck for a solution.
Feeling lucky is one thing. Who doesn’t feel lucky?
Good luck is part of it, but only so far.
I get email every day that is supposed to leave me feeling lucky.
But it’s not working.
These emails advertise rifles, pistols, tactical knives, ammunition, all of the stuff I’d need to face the zombie apocalypse.
I delete them, go to the length of canceling more of them, and what do I get for my troubles?
More emails. They saturate my inbox and spam.
You’d think my lack of response would back them off, but no.
Canceling off the email list ought to stop them? No.
The idea is to overwhelm my senses, my sense of fear apparently, until I cave and buy a gun.
While I’m at should I buy survival food, dig a safe-room, and booby-trap my front door?
Survivalist Lucky Feeling
You’ve done everything right.
Checked all the boxes.
Now you’re an outdoorsman ready for all challenges from nature and man.
But something’s missing and you don’t know what. Then it dawns on you.
Where’s the threat? What’s the threat?
You got so busy preparing that you forgot what you’re preparing for.
Civil disobedience? Civil War? An angry mob?
Your wife thinks you’re a kook.
Or it’s your husband trying to reel you back in.
Your kids think you want to go to war against them.
The Threat To Lucky
Is the perceived threat something a bandaid would fix?
Or is it something more, something you can’t quite put your finger on?
Reality can be like that.
Luckily we have someone like Gary Peterson to clear things up.
If you’re not feeling lucky enough, tune Gary in and scroll his twitter account.
Like so many online sensations he expertly exploits his wife and kids for attention.
If mine allowed the same exploitation my blog followers would rocket to twelve.
But they’re smart and recognize threats without getting caught up in them.
With no help from them I go it alone, all by myself.
They know all about blogging and attracting an audience online, but don’t rub it in my face.
And they know the boomers, the baby boomer generation, inside and out.
When I need to get things straightened out, they are who I turn to.
Along with a few others.
When it comes to making sense, and feeling lucky isn’t enough, know who you can turn to for much needed clarity.
It might be a teacher from your past.
Maybe a minister from your church.
Or a neighbor.
The only problem is the teacher has gone full-maga, the preacher thinks they’re a doctor, and your neighbor calls you “One of them” because you said your dog doesn’t sleep on the bed with you.
So stick with the kids. No kids?