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Pick Your Lucky Day?

Here’s a little experiment in enchantment.

Pick a number between 1 and 31—any number that gives you a quiet smile. That’s your day. Your lucky day. Your self-care day. Ink it onto the calendar, whisper it to your friends, say it out loud when you wake: “On the ___th, the universe and I have an appointment.”

Now, this is not superstition; it is participation. You see, what we call “luck” is often the mind finally agreeing to notice the river it has always been floating in. Marking a day is a way of saying to life, “I am ready to see you.”  Look at the day as a permission slip: a playful ritual that lets you give yourself consent to believe what is already true—that your state of being tunes your experience. So choose your number, and let that day be your practice of benevolent expectation.

On your lucky day, wake as if the world has conspired for your well-being. Let every green light be a wink, every delay a nudge, every coincidence a breadcrumb. Meet the day as a magician meets an audience: not to trick them, but to reveal how wonder works when attention relaxes into trust. Do this not once, but again and again, until the posture of good fortune becomes your natural stance. This “game” is rehearsal for enlightenment, which is simply the recognition that you and the dance are not-two.

And make no mistake: lucky days are not for cramming. They are for tuning. Take it slowly. Sip your tea as if it were an ancient ceremony—because it is. Move through the hours like a tide, unhurried and inevitable. People are always rushing as though eternity were short on time. But you are an eternal being wearing a temporary watch. If you will live infinite lives, what exactly is the hurry?

So—choose your number. Declare it. Tell your people. When that date turns its face to you each month, practice the art of fortunate seeing. Let the smallest things be auspicious: the way light falls on the floorboards, the rhythm of your breathing, the friendly accident that puts you in the right place at the right moment.

You are not conjuring luck out of nothing; you are stepping into alignment with the everything that’s already here. Practice it until the calendar forgets which day is “lucky,” because you have learned to be.




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