Last week, I spoke about choices, and I maintain that most of the folks who have the internet connection to read this blog have plenty of them, whether they recognize them or not.
But there is also a matter of luck. I was born in Canada, to middle-class-ish parents. That’s luck. I could have been born in Afghanistan, where girls aren’t allowed to get an education, or to parents too poor to put food on the table, let alone encourage me to go to university. I could have been born in 1700, when there was no birth control, and my choices would be to be a wife (broodmare), a spinster, or a nun.
I met my husband on the internet. He searched for women within 20 miles of him who had listed Scrabble as an interest. I enjoy board games, but it is mostly luck that we ever encountered each other. Luck.
We do need to give some credit to the luck that put me in a time and place where there is plenty of food for the table, educational options for women, and a middle class at all.
Beyond that, though, it’s still choices. I met my husband by luck, but I chose to marry him. I was born in Canada by luck, but going to university, slogging it out on the less-than-fulfilling lower rungs of a career ladder in order to have the job security and paycheck I currently enjoy, and moving to an acreage were still all choices.
If you were born into a place and time that offers you many opportunities, thank your luck. Then go out and take advantage of all those choices that your life has to offer!