Superstitions

As a very superstitious person, I'm one that has some of those crazy avoidances (for example, if I can help it, I don't walk under ladders and am pretty sure I will die if I do) and I found myself breaking a few of my superstitions over the last few months that have come back to bite me.

Over the years, I've come to believe that if I write something down or say it, most of the time it will not happen. Say I want to go somewhere for the weekend. I can have it all planned out and at the last second something is almost guaranteed to make it not happen. Unfortunately, I forgot this little detail that I let have an impact on my life (yes, when you keep having this issue over the years, it's kind of ingrained in your brain that you keep your mouth... and your fingers closed) over the summer and let two things slide.

1) I told people I would be back in Texas by August 20, that was a mistake as the date of departure from Washington with basically all my important possessions (minus my cat and a very fat, retired horse) was moved back to the day before the 20th. If you've driven from Washington to Texas, you know making it there in one day, especially when pulling a horse trailer with a not so fat and not so retired horse, is not possible. I don't really mind the setback as I'm not all that eager to move back to a place that is currently hotter than hell, but it would have been nice to have a little time off before school starts back up again.

2) I talked to my friends about this one and I posted it on this very blog... grad school. In my last post, I said two grad schools in Canada and two in the UK were all I was going to apply for. Hello jinx. Because I like to look around, that two in the UK has now gone up to at least three, if not more. While this betters my odds of getting in over there (and a few schools are very willing to let me do the equine journalism thing in their program and one even has equine degrees at the school), it adds to a whole lot more pressure doing applications.

So note to self, avoid ladders, try not to have black cats in front of you, and don't say anything out loud or write it if you are really serious about it because it bites you in the butt!

Until next time,
Your very superstitious friend.