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Don’t Call It Bad Luck Too Soon

Don’t Call It Bad Luck Too Soon

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 On Sunday, my husband and I were sitting together buying flights to Brazil for Christmas. There were two options from Milan. One left from the airport close to our home, the easy one, especially when travelling with a small child. The other left from the main airport outside the city, which meant a longer journey, more organisation and a much earlier start.We went backwards and forwards between flights, departure times and different combinations so many times that somehow, when I finally pressed purchase, I bought the wrong one.The far-away airport.I realised almost immediately, and we were both annoyed. Not devastated, obviously. This was not a tragedy. Just one of those irritating mistakes that creates unnecessary complication and makes you wonder how you managed to do something quite so stupid while staring directly at the screen.The next morning, I called the airline. They could change it, the woman told me, but it would cost €200 per person. No, thank you. So I decided to leave it alone. It was inconvenient, but manageable. We would organise ourselves, wake up earlier and get to the airport somehow. I remember thinking, Fine. Maybe there is a reason. Let it be.A few days later, an email arrived from the airline. Our flight had changed, and somehow our already inconvenient journey had become considerably worse. The new departure was almost two hours earlier, which meant getting to an airport outside Milan at around three in the morning with a small child.My husband asked me for the call-centre number.“You can try,” I told him, “but they’re going to say the same thing. It’s €200 each to change it.”He called anyway.Less than an hour later, he told me to check my inbox. The entire outward journey had been changed, free of charge. We were now leaving from the airport close to our house (the flight I had wanted in the first place) and somehow we would also arrive in Brazil almost two hours earlier.I had already decided how that call would end. That, I realised later, was the whole point.The mistake had been corrected because something else had gone wrong. And the second thing going wrong had actually made everything better.I laughed when I saw the new tickets, not because I suddenly believed the universe had personally rearranged an airline schedule for my convenience, but because it reminded me how quickly I decide what things mean.We do this all the time. Something changes at work and we decide it is terrible. A relationship ends and we decide we have lost something irreplaceable. An opportunity disappears and we assume we have missed our chance. A plan falls apart and, before anything else has had time to happen, we start writing the conclusion.Sometimes, of course, we are right. Some things are simply painful. Some losses remain losses, and I don’t think we need to force every difficult experience into a story about hidden blessings.But sometimes we genuinely don’t know yet.That is the part I am trying to remember.I am living through a much bigger unfinished story myself at the moment. Professionally, many things have changed, and I still cannot tell you whether this period will eventually become one of the most important turning points of my life or simply something difficult that I learned to navigate.I don’t have the ending yet.And perhaps that is precisely the problem with the conclusions we make while we are still in the middle.Looking backwards, meaning is easy to find. We can trace the chain of events and say, If that hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t have met this person. If they hadn’t said no, I wouldn’t have tried that. If that door hadn’t closed, I never would have looked over there.The harder practice is leaving some space while the story is still unfinished. Not pretending everything is wonderful, and not telling ourselves that every disappointment is secretly a gift. Just resisting the urge to decide too quickly what something means.Maybe there is something in your life right now that you have already labelled as bad luck. A rejection. A relationship ending. A career change you didn’t choose. A plan that didn’t work. Something you thought would happen by now and hasn’t.What if, for a little while, you stopped trying to decide whether it was good or bad?What if the most honest answer were simply: I don’t know yet.I am starting to think there is a strange freedom in that sentence. It leaves room for life to move. It leaves room for circumstances to change, for another opportunity to appear, for you to become someone who sees the situation differently six months from now.Maybe one day I will look back at this period of my life and understand exactly why certain things had to happen the way they did. Maybe I won’t. But I am trying to become less certain about my bad luck.Because sometimes the flight changes again.Just Julia This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit ...
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