I’ve always considered myself to be a rather unlucky person. Most of it stems from being born with a disability and yes, I know that’s not a healthy or positive way to look at being someone born with a disability.
Unfortunately though, that’s how I looked at it for most of my life. And then from there, any other bad strokes of luck or situations that arose just seemed to further prove that I was a walking ball of misfortune.
Fast forward to 2017. I was getting ready to go on a trip with my mom, from Nashville to New Orleans. In Nashville there’s a place called The Bluebird Cafe. It’s a super famous, super tiny place that some of the biggest country and folk artists have played and it’s considered a huge honor to get asked to play there. I admittedly didn’t know a lot about Nashville (or The Bluebird) before I’d started watching the TV show, Nashville. That show made me fall in love with country and folk music and with the city of Nashville. I made it my mission to get there one day.
I finally had the opportunity and as it approached, I prepped myself to wake up at 5:55 am to try get tickets for The Bluebird. It’s a well-known fact that tickets are nearly impossible to get because of its popularity. Most people line up outside the venue hours ahead of time without tickets in hopes of getting some of the empty pew seats they have inside (that are literally church pews). Your only chance of even attempting to get tickets that guarantee you a table is logging on the week before the show at 8 am Nashville time and hoping you’ll get let into the online queue to get tickets. It was the most stressful 5-10 minutes I’ve had that early in the morning. I was let into the queue and tried to grab whatever table for 2 I saw. In the 30 seconds it took me to select one, the page refreshed and the table was already gone. But there it was at the bottom…a high table in the back next to the bar. I frantically clicked on it and as it took me to another page, I wasn’t sure what was happening. But there it was, the page to confirm the table. I only had about 3 minutes to enter in all my information. I’ve never typed faster. But I did it. I managed to snag tickets to The Bluebird, the one thing I wanted so desperately to do on our trip.
Now here we are in 2018 and a job came up that I desperately wanted. Doing something that I love for a company that creates things that I love. I thought for sure I wasn’t going to get it. I’d never gotten even an interview for a job where I didn’t already know someone that worked there. And with my luck, I couldn’t possibly get something I wanted this badly, could I? I got the call for an interview as I was heading to my last water aerobics class. Then, only a little over a week later, I saw on my phone that I had a new email message and there it was, the job offer. I got it. I was so overwhelmed with joy that I cried. I persevered, I went for something I wanted (I’ve never prepped more for an interview before) and I got it.
I bought a CD from one of the artists who played at The Bluebird in Nashville when I was there, Matthew Perryman Jones. He’s an incredible artist and you should check him out. As he was signing my CD, I was talking to another couple (who had waited in the aforementioned long line to get a pew seat) about how I got tickets and they were shocked I was able to get them. I replied, “I know, I have the worst luck and I never win anything.” Matthew emphatically chimed in, “Well, that’s not your story anymore.”
It wasn’t until tonight, until this moment that I realized just how right he was. Have I had some bad circumstances in my life? Of course. Does having a disability suck sometimes? Yes it does. But those two events, even if they were surrounded by crappy events, taught me that that isn’t my story anymore…a story of constant bad luck and never getting what I wanted. Maybe it never was. My story is, in fact, one of a great deal of fortune and a lot of good things with many more to come I think.