About a year ago, a favourite friend of mine gave me the best advice I’d ever heard — and she didn’t even know it. She told me a story about her grandmother who, of all crazy things, actually won the lottery! And she ended the story with a line I will never forget: “My grandmother always said she was born lucky.”

That phrase stuck with me, and I decided right then and there, at fifty years old, that I was born lucky too.

I whisper this to myself all the time, over big things and small.

Silly, right? But actually very helpful.

When something great happens, I remind myself that I was born lucky. When I’m worried, I tell myself that I was born lucky — and that everything will be okay in the end.

Because here’s the truth: we are all born lucky. Aren’t we?

We have everything: a place to live, clean water, safety and friends. Most of us have family or people to love. Feeling lucky is being grateful for every good thing, and even the smallest things are good.

My husband, who used to serve in the military in Canada and Australia, always says to me, “If no one is shooting at me, it’s a good day.” He’s partially joking, of course, but that’s true perspective, isn’t it?

I was born lucky.

You were, too.

Enjoy your weekend. (So lucky — we all have a weekend!) Remember to have some fun.

Love Catherine x

PS.

Photos are from my favourite beach in the world! Take a look here. Yesterday was such a beautiful winter’s day.

And…excited! Look at what I learned to bake. Macarons!! It took me three tries to perfect the recipe (and yes, it’s tricky), but the result was amazing. Email me if you want me to blog the recipe for you. They’re gluten-free and can be dairy free, too.

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