Over the years a lot of people have told me how lucky I am. Admittedly I am blessed. I grew up in a family that loved each other and by pure happenstance I met and married a good man. I’ve certainly seen God’s fingerprints all over my life but luck . . . I believe we make our own luck. I once heard someone say that “Luck is the residue of hard work” and I tend to agree. Was it luck that I sold my first book after five years of submitting my manuscripts? Or was it simply because I was at the right place at the right time? In some ways I suppose it was, but in other ways, I sold my first book because I refused to give up. Despite the fact the rejections came fast and furious, I was determined. (I always knew that stubborn pride of mine would work to my advantage one day!)

We tend to celebrate the feast day of St. Patrick in many different ways.  Whether we’re Irish or not, we love to dress in green, enjoy traditional Irish foods, and yes, jest about luck.  Here’s a good luck toast for you to celebrate the day: “For each petal on the shamrock. This brings a wish your way.  Good health, good luck, and happiness. For today and every day.