Little wins count: the seat by the heater, the green light streak, the last slice. Notice them out loud.

Good fortune mostly turns up in portions too small to register. The warm seat, the clear run of lights, the last of something you wanted; each is minor enough to pass without comment, and together they make up most of what actually goes well in a day. Saying them aloud is what moves them from background into the count. Unspoken luck barely feels like luck.

Start naming them this week where other people can hear. In the car, at the table, walking out of practice. It sounds silly for about two days, and after that it changes what you notice.