You have found me in a meditative moment as I return to
work after a weeks holiday and look to pick up the pieces and ties that bind me
to clients, friends and – in fact – reality.
This has left me pondering about superstitions.
Am I superstitious?
I suppose I am but only if I care.
Do I read my horoscope each day?
Yes. Do I read the man I loves?
Yes. Do I firmly believe that good or indeed bad
luck comes in threes? Yes. Will I be drowning black cats any time
soon? Not likely. Sacrificing chickens? Not a fan of blood.
Why do I feel like this?
I suppose this is trying to make sense of the vagaries of life. Spirituality helps but even the most
religious people I know often seem stumped as to why this is ‘part of Gods plan’
– although they never seem to doubt that it is.
Personally, I have the fear and I think this is quite
often a women thing that if I put too much faith and hope into something – I will
watch it disintegrate before me. If life
is too good then obviously it isn’t a light at the end of the tunnel but a
bl**dy great freight train.
I suppose this is bred from disappointment but also I
think that it is tempered by experience and – dare I say this – instinct. While obviously “Life isn’t about waiting for
the storm to pass but learning to dance in the rain”, buying an umbrella is not
a bad idea either.
So, I will continue to ‘watch for signs’ but try to
celebrate when I can and live in the moment – between checking my horoscope of
course ( :
L xx
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