I tend to think of myself as a lucky person although the evidence goes against this.
In fact, when I actually stop to think about it, between multiple redundancies, a couple of stints of homelessness, two chronic health problems, a miscarriage, one employer so awful he made the national press and my current state of immobility, I reckon I've had more than my share of misfortune.
Which is not to say that there aren't good parts to my life. I'm incredibly happy with where I'm at right now.
But here's the thing: the strong relationship, the friendships, the creative career, the nice home - that's all my own (and sometimes Steve's) doing. Those are things I have saved up for or worked hard for or tried hard to achieve or put a lot of effort into establishing. Even my pregnancy - as much as it will always feel extremely lucky to me - is not something most people would see as amazing.
The good things in my life are rarely the result of good luck. The good things in my life are the result of perseverance.
And yet I still think of myself as lucky. I still feel like things will work out if I just keep plodding on.
And I do believe there are things we can all do to make ourselves luckier - and that's there nothing mystical or magical about it.
Here's what I suggest: