No Luck

Driving home tonight after Boston Market meatloaf orgy and the finale
of Deadwood. I started to think about Luck, after catching several
green lights in a row. And then getting superstious about an ironic
turn in luck. Would some MUNI bus sideswipe me? Would I get home to
bad news? Would I die alone tonight?

It's all relative, this luck business. Good luck. Bad luck. Someone
elses bad luck is your good luck. Are you lucky to get that job, but
then bad luck because it turns out you could have done better. Lucky
in love?

Better to give up the whole business.

I heard a talk at a meditation retreat about giving up hope. That is,
giving up the idea of hope and just being in the moment. I loved that.

No luck is not unlucky. It's not seeing the world are serendipity.
I'm not sure what that looks like. It's a little scary to me. I don't
like the responsibility. But, I suppose, there's freedom in it too.

I just hope I haven't jinxed it.