I am not, by nature, a superstitious person. I don’t believe that breaking a mirror will bring you seven years of bad luck. When I was kid I stepped on many cracks and not once did it break my mother’s back. I adore black cats and the only reason I won’t walk under a ladder is the fear that it might fall on my head. Last night while I was making supper I spilled the salt and instinctively picked up a pinch of it and tossed it over my left shoulder. Wait…..what? Why did I do that? Other than the obvious mess, I’m not even sure what the ramifications of spilled salt are but clearly I knew how to rectify them. Would I be cursed with bad luck? Would my wish not come true? Would something bad happen? Probably not but thank goodness I knew how to ward off the evil that would befall me if I didn’t take instant action. On the flipside, I will save a 4 leaf clover til it’s so dry it crumbles and I will ALWAYS pick up a penny when I find one. Who doesn’t make a wish on the first star of the night? Hmmmm Maybe I am superstitious, or maybe I just prefer to believe in good over bad.
