Not that I’m superstitious, but sometimes I think it’s tempting fate to leave out a definition at the beginning of a blog post.
I actually don’t know how superstitious I am, even though I asked that question on Twitter last night.
I grew up in a family where it was considered bad luck to say anything positive about one’s situation — that attracted the evil eye. I rebelled against that pretty early on and this was a typical conversation when I was young:
Me: This is going to turn out great!
My mother: Don’t give a kanahora.
Me: That’s not the way it works, you know. What I say doesn’t affect the outcome.
And yes — what I said didn’t affect the outcome there. My mother, who was otherwise extremely logical and sensible, still felt compelled to say “don’t give a kanahora” when I said something too positive about the future.
I think most of us have little, automatic superstitions like that. I often witness people knocking on wood, talking about jinxing things, etc. This week in a therapy group, somebody expressed the fear that when things got too good, something bad was bound to happen.
I’m crossing my fingers that we all have a safe and happy Friday the 13th and that you enjoy my other images for today.
In honor of International Left Handers Day, this lefty is going to share a favorite song with you:
I am super grateful for every day and, also, for YOU!
