Ps 32:1-5
Count yourself lucky, how happy you must be — you get a fresh start, your slate's wiped clean. 2 Count yourself lucky — GOD holds nothing against you and you're holding nothing back from him. 3 When I kept it all inside, my bones turned to powder, my words became daylong groans. 4 The pressure never let up; all the juices of my life dried up. 5 Then I let it all out; I said, "I'll make a clean breast of my failures to GOD."
Suddenly the pressure was gone — my guilt dissolved, my sin disappeared.

If this is what “lucky” means then I am lucky!