I’ve never really been a superstitious person, but I was wondering this week if adding a few to my life might generate some positive energy. ย I thought I would try the flower petal game and then realized when you’re middle-aged, what question do you replace “He loves me..he loves me not” with.
Let’s just say that the game did not go in my favor and I needed another flower with more petals.
I’m going to cross this off my superstitious list and consider having the lines of my palm read, but after being sent into a panic my entire life whenever it was mentioned by someone in the family that mercury is in retrograde, I’m going to stay away from supernatural forces. ย Although, six planets were in retrograde this summer and that could explain all the bad juju.
In some cultures there is a superstitious belief to ward off bad luck by spitting over your shoulder and this adorable little bird may have inspired me to give it a try.
Wary and a little nervous about these superstitious vibes, I began to feel my heart flutter, which takes on a new meaning in middle age, but thankfully it was just the flutter of a hummingbird and not my heart.
At this point, I’m thinking it may be easier to just stare off into space and clear my mind.
Since, as I mentioned, I’m not really superstitious, I did however briefly wonder if the mourning dove that visited every day this week was an optimistic sign that my teams are going to win this weekend. ย Just to be safe, I think I will stillย wear my lucky fan gear for the Tottenham/Liverpool, Notre Dame/Vanderbilt and Packers/Vikings games.ย
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