Leprechauns, Luck, and the Lost Art of Not Fitting In
St. Patrick’s Day is here, which means the world is about to be swallowed by a sea of synthetic green, cheap glitter, and people shouting about “the luck of the Irish” while holding a green beer they don’t even like. And suddenly, everyone’s 2% Irish.
This one’s for the outsiders, the rule-breakers, the ones who hear “tradition” and immediately think, but why, though? And for the parents raising tiny, brilliant misfits of their own—kids who aren’t here to fit into some cookie-cutter idea of what success, joy, or even a holiday celebration should look like.
The Leprechaun Code: Why Misfits Have Always Been Gold
Leprechauns aren’t the cute little cartoon dudes on cereal boxes. The real folklore tells a different story—one about cunning, rebellion, and playing by your own rules.
Legend says they were once warriors, tricksters, and problem-solvers—never the biggest, never the strongest, but always the smartest in the room. They didn’t wait for luck; they created their own escape routes. They didn’t chase gold; they made other people think they had to. Their magic wasn’t in some mythical treasure at the end of a rainbow—it was in their ability to outthink, outmaneuver, and thrive on the fringes.
Sound familiar?
Autistic kids, neurodivergent minds, the misfits of the world—we’re not waiting for someone to hand us luck. We’re hacking the system in ways no one else sees.
Green Isn’t a Color. It’s a Mindset.
They say if you don’t wear green on St. Patrick’s Day, you’ll get pinched. First of all, don’t touch me. Second, why are we still playing a game that sounds like social anxiety and sensory overload waiting to happen?
Instead of just throwing on a green sweater and calling it a day, what if this year, green actually meant something?
Green is rebirth. Green is disruption. Green is the color of tearing up the rulebook and planting something new in its place. It’s the color of the people who refuse to be put in a box—who don’t need “luck” because they have strategy, creativity, and pure, unfiltered magic running through their veins.
So no, you won’t catch us in some blinking shamrock headbands this year. But you will catch us growing something, building something, turning old narratives into new blueprints. And if that’s not the most leprechaun thing ever, what is?
Forget the Pot of Gold. Make Your Own Magic.
People act like luck is this elusive thing, only available to the chosen few. But here’s the thing about luck: it’s just persistence meeting timing.
Some of us were born knowing how to game the system. Others learned the hard way that the system was never built for us in the first place—so we built something better.
Neurodivergent kids don’t need someone to tell them they’re “lucky.” They need the world to stop underestimating them. They need space to create, to learn in ways that actually make sense to their brains, to be understood instead of constantly adapting. And until that happens? We’ll be out here, turning misfit energy into gold.
Because here’s the real secret: The gold isn’t at the end of the rainbow. It’s in the way we see the world differently, in the way we refuse to accept the status quo, in the way we keep going even when people don’t get it.
That’s the kind of St. Patrick’s Day energy we’re bringing. No cheap beer required.