Luck Has Nothing to Do With Success

“You are so lucky,” a friend of mine sighed wistfully the other day.

“Lucky?” I spluttered in shock. “How on God’s Green Earth do you consider me lucky?”

She gave me a list. Owning my own business, receiving book royalties, and being able to invest a bit towards retirement were among the things she mentioned. She wished that she could do stuff like that.

I felt like I was going to blow a gasket as I listened to her. I am not lucky.

It wasn’t luck that allowed me to be born to an ex-con and a stripper. It wasn’t luck that killed my dad when I was 18. It wasn’t luck that I got pregnant at 19.

It sure wasn’t luck when, days before I was due to start college that my mother reversed her decision to allow me to use her car. I had to borrow the car of a virtual stranger in order to attend my classes.

It wasn’t luck that I became pregnant, again, while I was attending that college despite the fact that I was on birth control. It wasn’t luck that caused me to become so ill from morning sickness that I was forced to drop out. It wasn’t luck that I ended up in an abusive marriage.

Don’t call me lucky, I wanted to scream at her.

I became the cheapskate that I am out of necessity, not because of luck. I had kids to feed and I didn’t want to spread my legs to feed them so I did what I had to do. I cut my expenses to the bone and kept them that way.

I started writing professionally to make things easier, to have a bit more money to spend on things like food. If I had been lucky, food would not have been an issue back then. When I figured out that people were making money blogging I taught myself how to do it and started this website.

I did the same thing with my books.

If I were lucky I would have been born a trust-fund baby who never had to work a day in her life. If I were lucky I wouldn’t have had to grow up watching my father hit my mother so hard that she went sailing through the air like a rag doll whenever they were both drunk.

If I were lucky I wouldn’t have spent so much time hiding under the bed to avoid their screams as a child, and I sure as hell wouldn’t have had to learn how to talk my way out of being molested every time I was cornered by one of my dad’s bootlegging customers.

And lastly, if I were lucky, I wouldn’t be living in the ‘hood on $600 a month as I bust my ass to finance my future. I sure as hell wouldn’t have gotten up at 4 AM this morning to knock out another post before I have be at work at 9.

Luck has nothing to do with my success.

Anyone can be successful if they want to be. You want to start a business? Go out, find something that you can do with the skills and tools you currently have, and then start doing it. Sacrifice your evenings and your days off and you can build a business too.

If you don’t have the skills, then take a class or check out some books from the library and read them. That’s how I learned to fix computers (my first successful business). That’s how I learned to start and run this website, and that’s how I learned to write and publish books.

That’s even how I’m teaching myself to be a better investor. I read a bit each night before I go to bed.

Success isn’t luck. Success happens when you bust your ass and fight for your goals. Success happens when you turn down invitations to spend time with your friends so you can work on your dreams. Success means doing the work even when you don’t have someone standing over your head with a stick.

Success means failing. A lot. Success means picking yourself up after each and every failure, analyzing your mistakes, and moving on despite your challenges.

So what if you’ve had a shitty life. I’ve had one too but guess what? I’m still here and I’m still fighting. It doesn’t matter where you came from or what you’re facing now. What matters is that you stand up and start punching back!

“Luck has nothing to do with it,” I told my friend coldly as I fought to control my anger. “I know what I want out of life and I’m willing to bust my ass to get it.”

I saw her jaw drop as I walked away.

8 thoughts on “Luck Has Nothing to Do With Success”

  1. I’m sorry your friend made such a stupid remark. I know how hard you have fought for what you have and I value you for doing that. Your gentleness and your feistiness are what keep me coming back.

  2. FWIW. Please consider that your friend may not have meant this the way it sounded. “Google” “fundamental errors of attribution” and you will see that most of us do this to others at one time or another.

    I acknowledge that while a part of the human condition it is still hard to listen to.

    1. Hi Jim!

      In hindsight, I highly doubt that she meant it the way that it came out. I also acknowledge that she pressed an emotional trigger that day. I surprised myself with the amount of rage that threatened to bubble forth; as a result, I wasn’t as tactful as I could have been. Now that I know the trigger exists I will have to take steps to avoid it in the future. To be honest I hesitated to share the experience due to my reaction but I realized that I needed to own my imperfections.

  3. Unfortunately as I’m sure you know, people can be a bit clueless. On the positive side, perhaps these things that stood out to her, they made her admire you and perhaps she’s a bit envious of you. She may be looking within herself, not feeling quite content with her own life.

    1. Yeah. I hope that she finds what she needs to become content with her own life. But not too content! Complacency is a recipe for disaster–my book royalties can verify that LOL!

  4. I hear that powerful word “choice” echoing in this post, Annie. Many human beings never grasp that exquisite concept.
    We all have choices. We all are capable of making decisions. And that power scares the crap out of folks.

    Pity parties are alluring…they gather crowds when they are loud and long enough. But they do not bring change.

    You Annie, know that power that comes from within….when you set a goal, write it down and actually pursue it with all the ferocity and dedication of a roaring lion. Your friend may not have been impressed with the tirade…but if she simmers down enough to actually hear what you said….she will have gained her power back….and may one day thank you for the wake up call.

    1. Thanks, Carla!

      You are absolutely correct–we CHOOSE how we react to the things that happen to us. We can choose to be a victim, to blame others for our misfortune, or we can CHOOSE to look in the mirror, accept our share of the blame, and work out a way to become triumphant.

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