The Author
I’m a mid-thirties, queer, Canadian woman living in Montreal. While I speak and write both French and English, I grew up in the former; I also spent enough time in Finland to have some rudimentary basis of Finnish. Communication and humanity fascinate me, and I’m curious about arts, cultures, psychology, sociology, and the spectrum of human emotion. I’ve traveled a bit throughout Europe (Western / Central, Nordic countries), visiting friends mostly, but looking forward to more adventures!
Though not nearly as creating as I’d wish to be, I’m still very creative. My main calling has been visual arts for a long time, but I’ve also started writing in the past few years. I aim to work on all of that using this blog as a motivation 🙂
As social activities go, roller derby entered my life some five years ago. While I don’t play myself, I’m involved in my local league as organizer.
Derby name: Four-Leaf Klobber 😉
The Blog’s Title
It is twofold.
One of my many oddities is a proficiency at finding four-leaf clovers. In 2018, I found 150, which is currently my record. I first started spending more time looking for them the year of my graduation, while I waited for call back for interviews, or job offers… none of which came that summer. It sobers one’s relationship to luck to be stuck in the parents’ basement, but finding a 40th four-leaf clover at a nearby childhood playground.
Consequently, I’ve adopted “Make your own luck” as my motto. I can never have entire control over the opportunities I encounter, because that’s just how life is; I can, however, make choices regarding those opportunities, and even position myself to receive more. Clovers represent this reminder, that I’ve even gotten inked.
Additionally, anyone who knows me past the stage of acquaintance will also be familiar with my love for wordplays.
It shows, in my opinion, a beautiful scale of humanity, by twisting language to display cleverness, humorous connections and an expanding perspective of our own vocabulary. I’m not certain I will ever truly understand those whose first and only reaction to puns is a groan, or worse, but then again: they will probably never understand me, either 🙂
Cloverness is thus, on one hand, an excerpt of my own life and the luck that I’m making out of it; and on the other, an ode to the best humanity has to offer.