Why I Had To Stop Being The Good Luck Girl

A few weeks ago, I wrote about the signs the universe gives you when you're doing the right thing.

And sometimes you can be completely drenched in fateful circumstance which some would call 'a streak of good luck'. But the thing about good luck is, it's exhilarating, invigorating... but completely disarming. It is a double-edged sword, blessing you with opportunity, whilst simultaneously stripping you of the belief that you’re in control. 

Because what do you do when your entire life seems to be one long thread of chance good luck?

When you are the Good Luck Girl, how can you believe anything happens by accident?

The Problem With Loneliness

The problem with loneliness, is that no-one likes to hear that they're not enough. 

You can't tell a friend, because they'll feel instantly inadequate. 

You can't tell a stranger, for they'll fear it's contagious. 

I Need To Tell You About Areeba

Lately, I've been spending a lot of time thinking about the impact that young people online can have, and are having, on the world. I've had the three words 'New Human Movement' written on a post-it note stuck on my notebook for weeks, and I can't help but feel a subtle, rising power creeping from the blogosphere and beginning to seriously change the world.

Lately, I've been spending a lot of time thinking about Areeba. 

And boy, oh boy, do I need to tell you about her. 

An Evening with The Quarter Club

I have this theory, right, that the universe thinks about you all the time. 

She thinks about you, but she never made a plan for you - Her favourite people are those who make plans for themselves. And she becomes very, very fond of those who don't let those plans die. And when you’re doing good, when you’re on the right path and in the right place doing the right thing… she’ll smile and drop you a considerable amount of not-so-subtle hints to let you know it. 

And every now and then you’ll experience such an intense series of the signs, that you know the universe is actively manipulating reality right in front of you, aligning particular scenes before you and orchestrating certain people to cross your path. 

That’s what I think fate is. 

And that’s something I experienced a few weeks ago, in a little brick-walled bar beneath Waterloo train station.