Last Christmas, my dad won a waffle iron at our neighborhood’s Christmas party. It’s never been used, but I’ve always wanted to give it a try. I always put it off, until today, where while at the grocery earlier with Pepito, I remembered to get some pancake mix (to be modified for waffles). When we were walking to the car afterward, I remembered how my dad had won the waffle iron in the first place, and mentioned to Pepito how lucky my dad is when it comes to chance, and how he had kept all that luck to himself and failed to pass it to me or my older brother. In games of chance, we’ve never had any luck. But then I stopped, and realized that I did have something of, or like luck; serendipity. Though the term tends to imply something magical/against-all-odds-y, it’s honestly more of things just pleasantly working out in the end. Recently, my job searching has been slow and uninspiring, frustrating and depressing. I’m holding on to the hope that good things come to those who wait (and work, of course) and hoping that things will work out in the end (which they usually do). Though I may not be lucky, I wouldn’t mind a little bit of serendipity soon.
