Perspective.

This morning, I got into my car only to find someone had rummaged through my glove box and then hit the boot, nabbing my gym bag packed with boxing gear and a few other random items. Not much value for them, but pricey for me to replace.

Some might call that pretty damn unlucky.

Then, I got a random message from a friend: had anyone from PCYC lost a gym bag? Turns out my gear was scattered across the pavement near a panel shop in St Kilda. A community FB post shared the scene, and it was clearly my stuff. Not only did my friend let me know, but he actually went out, collected what was left, and dropped it off at the gym (I recovered most but not all of it).

Some might call that pretty damn lucky.

In each of these moments, I had a choice... to label it as luck, or lack thereof. I could have sunk into the once familiar ‘why me’ spiral, wailing to myself that 'this isn’t effing fair' or 'stuff like this always happens to me' and clung to the comfort of a well hosted pity party.

But here’s the thing... whether we think we’re lucky or unlucky, we’re making that reality. Today, I’m grateful as f*ck, still buzzing with the idea of getting most of my gear back, and I’ve enjoyed another ah-f*cking-mazing sunshiny day on my MT07 that is banging out the sweetest of tones from that new exhaust system another brilliant and generous mate helped to install for me.

What’s lucky is the fact that I get to choose how I react to what life hurls my way. Over the years, I’ve learned to trust the pattern that everything I once thought was ‘unlucky’ eventually turned into something I was deeply grateful for.

And honestly? I’m incredibly lucky I even have a car to get things flogged out of in the first place.

Thanks Melbs for the EPIC riding weather... this pic is Dromana and it makes for a breathtaking Sunday ride!!