April 11th 2026
There's a copywriter you probably know, or know of.
Opportunities just seem to find them. Clients reach out unsolicited. Collabs land out of nowhere. The right referral shows up at exactly the right time. They always seem to know something you don't, some secret you can't figure out. A reference nobody else thought of. A way of seeing the thing sideways.
These are the same people who always seem to be crushing it in business, moving fast, hitting goals in half the time it takes everyone else. And not from family money, or family connections. Just a regular person who somehow made it.
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See I have a rule I've kept for years: I travel at least once a year. Even when the budget says I absolutely should not.
Some years that looked like a cheap flight and a borrowed couch. Other years, a full itinerary. But the rule held. Because I figured out early that the investment wasn't really in the trip, it was in what the trip did for my brain, my creativity, my reference pool, the way I see people, the stories I can tell.
Last summer that meant renting a red Toyota hybrid and driving through the roads of St. Lucia for 2 weeks. The summer before, swimming with whales in Dominica. I have a thing for the tropics.
Before every trip, I usually briefly research forums and look for places to hit. And every time, the verdict from other visitors is the same: take the tour bus. The roads are bad. Winding. Steep. Potholed in ways that feel personal.
Sometimes there was some fear-mongering.
I went alone anyway.
I stayed in villages that weren't fully mapped by Google maps. Stopped at a roadside BBQ and had the best fried fish of my life, standing up next to the car. Randomly ended up fishing with some locals. Ate Mangos and Soursop straight from the woods while hiking. Visited old, abandoned view points. Got briefly, mildly lost in a way that turned out fine and gave me stories I've retold to my friends and family countless times.
None of it would have happened on the tour bus, if i had taken the same “safe” route everyone else did.
All of it, every image, every exchange, every moment of being genuinely outside my comfort zone, goes into the tank. The mental library I pull from when I'm trying to write something that feels like a real human being wrote it.
That's the real reason I travel, even when it stings. I'm expanding my surface area, the number of places, people, and situations that can collide with my life and produce something unexpected.
This is the closest thing to what luck actually is in business. It’s movement. Motion.
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Let me explain in more detail.
Psychologist Richard Wiseman spent ten years studying what separates "lucky" people from "unlucky" ones. Not in a woo-woo way, but rigorously, with large samples and longitudinal data.
What he found wasn't magic or some trait you either have or you don't.
Lucky people tend to:
he unlucky ones moved through narrow channels. Same commute, same people, same inputs. Not because they were lazy, often they were working incredibly hard, but because their world had a small circumference.
In 1973, a Sociologist named Mark Granovetter called this mechanism the "strength of weak ties." That the opportunities that change your life, the referral that becomes your best client, the conversation that becomes a collaboration, the offhand mention that opens a door, almost never come from your closest relationships.
They come from the edges. The person you met once at an event. The acquaintance of an acquaintance. The other stranger enjoying a siesta on the bad road in St. Lucia.
Your close network loves you, but they largely know what you know. Weak ties are where new information lives. And you can't access weak ties you've never formed.
Luck isn't random. It's the math of exposure. Think of nodes that infinitely connecting to other nodes, creating "luck" from those connections.
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What does this mean for copywriters and marketers? Because I think this profession has a particular problem with insularity.
A lot of us work from home, in small towns, deep in the same internet circles, consuming the same content, following the same accounts, referencing the same touchstones. And the work starts to look and sound like the work. Competent. Correct. Bloodless.
Your reader can't always name what's missing. But they feel it. No texture. No surprise. No sense that the person on the other side of the page has lived somewhere outside a Google Doc.
The fix isn't a new framework. Not a better swipe file. Not another roadmap on conversion optimization.
It's getting out more. Literally.
Leave the small town for a weekend. Take the trip you've been postponing. Go to the event that feels slightly outside your lane. Drive the bad roads. Talk to the person you wouldn't normally approach. Eat standing up next to a rental car in a village that isn't on the map.
Luck has a surface area. Most copywriters are keeping theirs very, very small.
Grow it on purpose.
Fathi