I’ve been thinking lately about how lucky I am. Lucky to be a consultant, lucky to be a professor, lucky to be a husband, a bike rider. My entire life is pretty dialed-in right now, and I’m trying to understand why that is. Why I’m so lucky.
My father taught me a long time ago that luck is when preparation meets opportunity. I’ve always lived according to that definition, trying to be prepared for what is currently the “unknown”, trying to recognize opportunity when it presents itself.
This June, I’m going to go on a bike ride with my daughter Kait. We’ll take a train to Spokane, bike up to a friend’s cabin in Spirit Lake, Idaho and hang out there for a few days, bike over to Seattle to visit extended family, bike down to Portland to visit Evan (my son, Kait’s brother), and then bike back to Wisconsin along the Lewis and Clark Trail. Am I lucky to partake in such an adventure? You bet. Am I making this happen by deciding to do it and planning accordingly? No doubt. Am I thrilled that Kait decided to join me in this adventure? That’s an emphatic “yes”.
How many fathers have daughters that want to go on big bike rides with them? How many of us have the opportunity to take 5 to 6 weeks out of the routine of life to travel around the country? I consider myself lucky to have this opportunity. I’ve prepared for it. Now I just have to wait for June to come around so we can do this thing.
I believe in the power of belief, and I believe I’m lucky.