Hi Reader,

“She’s so lucky.”

And I know it’s not meant to be offensive.

But if you were sitting across from me at my kitchen table, I’d probably lean in and say this quietly:

“I’m not lucky.”

And I don’t think you are either.

People see the life.
The business.
The body.
The family.

And they say,
“Must be nice.”

But they don’t see the before.

I was a teenage girl in the Philippines.
I was a child in a third world country.

No one looked at that and said, “She’s lucky.”

They see me now and say,
“Must be nice to look like that after two kids.”

But they don’t see the workouts.
The discipline.
The days I didn’t feel like showing up and still did.

They see my kids and say,
“She’s so lucky they’re great.”

But I grew up in a home that taught me love.
My siblings and I are close.
We learned how to care for each other early.

They see my husband and say,
“She’s so lucky he supports her.”

And I get that.

But I also grew up with brothers who loved me first.
Who showed me what to look for in a man and what not to settle for.

That shaped everything.

And then there’s the life I now have.

The expansive reach (wings).
The opportunities.
The rooms I get to walk into.

I remember the homemade wings I used to make with my older sister for my angel costume for church during the holidays.

The version of me that was still figuring it out.
Still dreaming.
Still building without really knowing I was.

That version doesn’t get erased just because this version exists.

So when people say “lucky,” I understand what they mean. I also know what it leaves out.

It leaves out the choices.
The consistency.
The becoming.

If I’m being honest with you…

I feel more grateful than lucky.

Grateful I kept going.
Grateful I didn’t shrink.
Grateful I didn’t stop when it would’ve been easier.

If you were here with me, I’d ask you this:

What in your life are people calling “lucky” that actually has a story behind it?

Reply and tell me.

And if you’re still in your “homemade wings” season, don’t rush it.

That part matters more than you think.

If you want support while you’re building, just reply and I’ll meet you where you are.

I'm blessed.

Blessed to write this to you. To have you on my list. To call you a community member.

Stay true to what makes you happy and stop comparing yourself to others. It kills happiness.

Chosen > Seen,

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