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Just how lucky can I get?

I have been thinking about this question a lot lately. Sometimes I feel like I could be luckier, but then what fun would that be. I would like to give a couple of examples
Example 1:
I wish I could meet a guy that is good to me, handsome, wonderful, a returned missionary, a sense of humor, you know the list of qualities all of us girls have! I see my sisters, and many many girls from my graduating class, who are happily married, engaged, or even dating... and sometimes I get super jealous that I can't have someone like they do. I miss being spoiled with love or having some one to turn to when things are tough. It's hard to be happy because atone time I did have that... I have had to push myself to not be sad. I have to laugh now because I am now the single one, when not quite a year ago, I was practically engaged. I now get to say I am lucky to have the courage to move on and date others-to hopefully find THE ONE, to spoil me with love. I am lucky now because I get to experience the fun in these days so when it's time for me, I will really know. I want to be prepared to be loved and love in return. I know that when I find this guy, we together will be lucky and we will be the happiest couple ever. So even though there are times when I see couples and wish that that were me, I know that one day I will "get lucky" and live up to that fairy tale ending of HAPPILY EVER AFTER!
Example 2:
I wish I could have enough money to not be in debt, or have to take loans out to go to school. There are many people who wish this, because ha this is the 21st century, but I want it so I will no longer be a burden to my family. I look at people who live not even 20 miles away from my where everything is practically given to them. But, what  lesson I am learning to make sacrifices for the things I want. I have the wonderful opportunity to work hard for the money I earn. So even though now I struggle to pay for tuition, hardly ever get new things, and still live at my parents house. I am lucky to have what I have. One day when I am done with school and am doing my career, I will pay off my debts and go on vacations to celebrate... and actually save money! I am lucky (for now at least) to not be spoiled with money, I truly could not ask for anything better, than what I was given!
Example 3:
I wish that I could be beautiful and flawless! Ha there are girls out there who are very pretty, who don't have to try hard at all. I am not saying that I am not pretty, but I do have flaws that I wish did not exist. I love my flaws though! Here is to not being perfect! When you realize that you can't don anything about them you suddenly become even more beautiful to everyone around you and even yourself. Heavenly Father loves you just the way you are. No magazine, no guy, or person, no website should EVER tell you differently. So even my rose colored cheeks, stick straight hair, my curves, my fair and sensitive skin, are a part of me.. I would not be who I am today without them. I look at girls with volume in their hair, tanned skin, and twinkling white teeth, I sometimes have to laugh because of all of the trouble they go through to be that way. I am no pageant girl, but I am lucky to have the self-confidence to walk into a room full of beautiful people and think to myself; "girl you are just as beautiful." Since I think this, I get just as many compliments.
When I remind myself how lucky I really am- I found myself counting my blessings. For I am not lucky to have or not to have these things, but I am blessed to take it the way I do. Things could be worse and I know this. I am so grateful for my wonderful but crazy life! Life as we know it, is crazy- take it the way it comes or live life in regret ( which I believe you should NOT do) Yay for being lucky!!

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