Lucky 2020

Lucky Chairlift 100 Stopped on the Tower

I’ve been wanting to wish you happy new year for quite some time. If I had followed French rules, I could have done so up through the end of January and still would not have sounded odd, at least in France. So Bonne Année and Happy New Year! 

It’s been a long time since I posted a story here. I could say that I’ve been dealing with a whole pile of unfortunate happenings. And I could also say, God, am I happy to be alive and to have lived so many joyful moments these past months. As much as possible, I’m trying to go with the latter. It takes a lot of reprogramming, even for an optimist like myself. 

The year 2020 feels abundant with good luck; it just depends on how you look at it. First of all, 2 is my lucky number. I was born on the 22nd of August and anything with a “2” in it practically makes me feel giddy. Have you enjoyed writing, typing and saying 2020 so far? Don’t you feel that those round numbers are ripe with good fortune?

I started this post last week, when we were still in January. Then I thought I should wait until 02/02/20 to post it–how cool was that date? Especially exciting for someone that considers 2 to be their lucky number. Then I woke up last Sunday on 02/02/20 and felt off. I just didn’t feel very perky. As I write this, it’s 02/04/20, which is also pretty cool for me. I consider 4 to be my lucky number as well because 2 + 2 = 4. This story may or may not post on that date but I’m writing most of it on 02/04/20 and trying to conjure up the most amount of good juju that the universe will provide. So this propitious date counts for me.

I’ve been doing a lot of looking for signs and such lately, tapping into good vibes wherever I can find them. I’ve been hanging on to lots of shiny lucky pennies, counting to 7 (another lucky number for me) on some of my exercise repetitions, and on the mountain I’ve been making laser-sharp wishes every time the chairlift passes the jewelry tree. The brass ring of all good luck opportunities occurs when your chair stops on the tower, an event that might only happen once a season. I took the above picture at Christmastime when I was riding up with two sweet little girls that I had in private lessons for a week. We squealed with glee when we landed at this magical spot (of course I had clued them in on it). Best of all, the chair was stopped there for a good five minutes and it was chair #100, to boot! So I had plenty of time to run through a whole litany of wishes in my head. (Who said you can only have one wish?)

My biggest wish of all was that my brother, David, would be happy and well and win the cancer battle he has been fighting the past two years. My recent Caring Bridge posts, entitled All I Want for Christmas and Would You Rather, recount the latest chapters of that journey. In any event, it’s always a lucky day when you’re skiing or riding in Telluride, Colorado.

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