The luckiest people I know are the ones who work hardest. I was recently thinking about a woman I nominated for a service award. Some would call her lucky to be a New York Times best-selling author. I know different. She works her tushy off!
No matter how under gun she is with a deadline, or under the weather, she's always positive and helpful to others. Until I got to know her, I thought she was lucky too.
Actually, the woman types 120 words a minute. Her publisher likes her to put out at least three single titles per year (because they know she can) and she somehow manages to do it...but it's not easy. At one point she admitted that it was taking a toll on her health. I suggested she ask for more time to complete each book so she can enjoy life a little. I don't know if she finally did that or not. I worry about her, because she's one of those people who just can't say 'no' even when she should.
I wonder how the people who work the hardest to get where they are manage to make it look easy...or make it look like they were just lucky. If it were me, I'd be waving a flag saying, "This wasn't dumb luck, people. I worked my a** off for this!" LOL Well, okay, maybe not. But anyone who experiences professional jealousy ought to know this is what it takes to be so "lucky."