Monday, August 23, 2010

Good Luck

I was twelve when I first heard the words, "Good Luck Tate." My Dad had just dropped me off for my first day of seventh grade. He rolled down the car window and yelled, "Good luck Tate." At the time I didn't think much of it. Boy, I wish I would have. Today I am 21, turning 22 in less then a month. And I still wish for good luck every day.
Ok, here comes the background; I have lived in Utah my whole life, mainly in the Salt Lake Valley. I am the youngest of four children. Thomas is the oldest, is married to Jenn. And they have two boys. With a baby in the making. Emily is next. She is probably my favorite sibling. Adam comes next. He is married to Tiffany. Finally, there's me.
Growing up being the youngest definitely had it's advantages. I admit I was spoiled compared to my siblings. I got my own room sooner then anyone else. I had a cell phone. I even had a car right when I turned 16. My family was never the "rich family" in the neighborhood, but we never went with out. This was due to my parents hard work. My family have always wished me good luck.
Friends have always been a huge part of my life. As I am sure they are with anyone. The first person I came out to was my best friend. When I was 14 I lost a dear friend. My first car accident, I was on the phone with a friend. It's amazing what I've done with my friends. And I continue to look forward to all the news things I'll experience with them all. My friends have always wished me good luck.
I've recently learned how to be happy, you yourself must just except to be happy. I've learned to be happy for the sake of being happy. I don't have to have the nicest things. I don't need approval from anyone. I don't need acceptance from anyone. But what I do need, is to be nice to myself. I need to give more approval. And I need to accept myself. Since doing this, I've become really happy with everything, mostly myself. I don't know if those are tools for everyone, but I know for me, they are all the good luck I need.