I Should Be So Lucky is often met with rolled eyes and whispers — “She’s only where she is because she got lucky.”
And maybe she did.
But here’s the part they don’t see — luck didn’t knock on her door while she was lounging around waiting for a miracle. She was already out in the storm, soaked to the bone, knocking on doors herself. Most of them didn’t open. Some slammed shut. But she kept rolling the dice anyway — again, and again, and again.
Because no roll means no result.
And luck can’t find you if you’re standing still.
She knows that luck does play a role in life — the right place, the right time, the right moment of grace. But luck doesn’t stick around for those who don’t move. You don’t have to know where you’re going. You just have to start. Start messy. Start scared. Start somewhere.
I Should Be So Lucky reminds us that wishing for luck is fine — but showing up for it is better. She’s not lucky because things were handed to her. She’s lucky because she earned it. Because she said yes when fear said no. Because she kept going when doubt begged her to stop.
And maybe, just maybe… if you roll the dice too, you’ll hear someone say:
“You’re only where you are because you were lucky.”
Wouldn’t that be nice?
