I’m not superstitious. On any day of the week, I will step on cracks, walk under ladders, shrug at black cats crossing my path, and laugh at people who get panicky over a broken mirror.
Or I do until I want something really, really badly. And then, watch out because NO ONE can be as superstitious as me.
For instance, when my son’s football team was up for their regional championship, I became the Queen of Lucky Magicks. Every time I spilled salt, I tossed a pinch over my shoulder. Every time I saw a black cat, I made an invisible ‘X’ in the air. I kept my rabbit’s foot close and rubbed it every time I thought about it. And, just to be safe, I avoided all ladders, broken mirrors, and cracks in the sidewalk as if they could lash out and kill me on the spot.
If it COULD be bad luck, then I wanted no part of it.
His team won. It was the first time his school had beaten the other school in over 40 years, too, so I guess all of my superstitious actions paid off. Either that or it was the hundreds of hours that my son and his team mates put in during practices.
Nah. It was probably because of me.
There are two things I want really, really badly right this minute and, as I have no control over either, I can feel the itch of superstition beginning to tickle my ears.
First, I want the Packers to win the Superbowl. (Don’t laugh. Aaron Rodgers has come to save the Pack. He is the New and Improved and Younger and Less Egocentric Brett Favre.)
Second, I want my book, MUCH ADO ABOUT MARRIAGE (which is coming out tomorrow!) to be uber, fantastically, and magnificently well received.
Those are the two big things I’d love, love, LOVE to happen, so tonight I’m going to get out my two lucky horseshoes, a pressed four-leaf clover, and the anti-evil eye bracelet that Hot Cop bought me when we visited Istanbul, and I’m going to place those items in my purse so they can start spreading their positive vibes all over me and my hopes/dreams/and wishes.
I may leave my lucky rabbit’s foot in the drawer, though. He’s losing his hair due to all of the rubbin’ he’s been getting this week.
Are you superstitious? Do you use a rabbit’s foot? Avoid walking under ladders? Does it bother you to step on a crack? Is there anything you’re crossing your fingers about right now? And do you, like me, become more superstitious when you’re faced with something you can’t control?