Here is a funny thing that happens when you start moving toward your dreams.
Your friends will call you lucky.
They will watch you take a risk, work hard, fail, get back up, try
again, and eventually succeed. And they will say, "Must be nice to be so
lucky."
They will not see the early mornings. They will not see the fear you
swallowed. They will not see the small, daily acts of courage that no one ever
celebrates. They will just see the outcome and call it luck.
Let them. It does not matter.
Because somewhere in that crowd of people calling you lucky, there will
be one person who sees differently. One person who notices that luck had
nothing to do with it. One person who is drawn, quietly and irresistibly, to
move toward their own dreams.
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