Beat the odds ???
I truly hate that phrase!
Me: born into a very working class family (Everton scouse lines etc); parents who "took me to stately homes; kicked me out at 17 and didn't notice they hadn't heard from me for a few years; health issues including physically dodgy back and hip, ME and anaemia
DH: very working class single parent family; mum made him leave school at 16 and get a job to make up for her lost family allowance, gave his wages to younger siblings as pocket money (as an example of her actions); written off by all as a waste of space and basically abandoned at 17.
Yet we both managed to use our dead end jobs to keep ourselves housed and fed, supported a good social circle. Together we made better choices than our siblings and made considerable efforts to make the best of everything we did and had.
I didn't beat any odds, I accepted the crap I couldn't change and worked on the bits I could... However small.
That wasn't luck. Being bed bound for 2 years at 20, relying on a DP who worked on building sites wasn't lucky. Making the most after my partial recovery, working within my ME limits wasn't lucky - no matter that many others have worse symptoms than my lifelong symptoms have been, my life, and DHs, has been circumscribed by it. I wasn't lucky.
But we didn't guage ourselves by what went wrong, what we didn't have. We used what we could do, what we did have and tried to enjoy it all. Finding joy in small things is, for me, essential to 'winning' in life.
Basically I am the best me I can be... and if I am not I am not going to chase the bits that elude me.
Happy is the man who knows his place - and all of its variations!
And no, that has nothing to do with settling for less or being subservient!