Simply put, no.
I’m not superstitious.
Now, before anyone gets the wrong idea, I should probably clarify something. I don’t go around trying to break mirrors. I’m not walking under ladders just to prove a point. And if there’s a crack in the sidewalk, I’ll probably step over it.
But that’s not superstition. That’s just basic common sense.
First of all, breaking mirrors is expensive. Someone has to clean that mess up, and it’s probably going to be me.
Walking under ladders? That’s just asking for a paint can, hammer, or confused contractor to land on your head. I don’t need supernatural bad luck when gravity is already doing such a good job.
And stepping on cracks? Well, I loved my mother. I wasn’t going to risk anything happening to her over something that dumb.
But do I actually believe bad luck follows those things? Of course not.
I don’t have lucky shirts. I don’t have lucky socks. I definitely don’t have lucky underwear. If any piece of clothing ever determined how my day went, I’d be very concerned about the state of the universe.
Things don’t carry luck. Life just happens.
Sometimes things go well. Sometimes they don’t. Sometimes you get the promotion, and sometimes your dog throws up on the carpet five minutes before guests arrive.
That’s just the way life works.
But while I don’t believe in luck, I do believe in something else. I believe prayer helps an awful lot. It doesn’t guarantee that everything will go the way I want. It doesn’t prevent every problem or every bad day.
But it does something better. It reminds me that I’m not facing any of those days alone.
And that’s worth a lot more than a lucky shirt.
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