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“I’m lucky, I’m lucky
I don’t need a bracelet
No salt for my shoulder
I don’t own a rabbit
No clover, no heather, no wonder
I’m lucky”

- Joan Armatrading

I’ve got a thing for Joan Armatrading. No matter where I am in my life, she’s got a song that makes the perfect theme music, from “Me Myself I” for the times when I’m feeling misanthropic, to “The Shouting Stage” for when a relationship’s gone bad again, to “Willow,” for when I’m hopelessly in love with someone I can’t have.

My Armatrading du Jour is, obviously, “I’m Lucky.” I am. Whenever I’ve lost a job, I found a better one before it was even a problem. When I’ve been in a bad relationship, someone has always come along to save me from myself. Whenever things have seemed to be at their worst, some light always comes around the bend before it gets unbearable.

That’s just the way my life has always worked, and I’m appreciating it a bit more than usual of late.

Mostly it’s the people I seem to draw to me. While I’m occasionally a bad judge of character, more often than not I manage to have people around who care about me, who want the best for me, or who just make me glad to be on the same planet with them. My life seems to be overflowing with that kind of people lately, despite all my many failings, and I can’t help being very grateful for it, even if I can’t quite comprehend how it happens.

Whether you’re one of those people who has always been there me, or a newcomer to my life in recent days, you’ve made being me a pretty cool thing to be, and I thank you.

I’m lucky.