Whining, Wine-ing & Winning

Are you superstitious?

Am I superstitious… oh boy.

I wouldn’t say superstition lives in the back of my head. It’s more like a tiny voice that pops up and says, “A black cat just crossed that road and you trip over air on a regular basis… with that 5K coming up, this might not be in your best interest.”

So maybe I’m not superstitious—maybe I’m just… careful.

Some of them are silly to me. I’m incredibly accident-prone and have broken more mirrors than I can count. Somehow though, I’ve managed to avoid breaking bones or having some dramatic streak of “oh shit, that happened because of the mirror” moments afterward.

Most of them just turn into little inside jokes with a twist. Like, “You spilled the salt, Lloyd… you better take care of that.” Just don’t knock anyone out with the salt shaker—you only need a smidge over your shoulder.

Then there was the time in Mexico when I was peacefully soaking up the sun and a bird crapped directly on my face. I didn’t think that was lucky… even though the dreamy waiter felt so bad for me that he brought me a mojito.

Okay… maybe that one was luck.

I do toast with water, but only because my daughter loves doing a dramatic “Cheeeeeers!” with her water. That one doesn’t count.

Knocking on wood, though? That’s just something you have to do when it’s a knocking-on-wood moment. I think most of us do it—even with strangers. There’s that brief moment of eye contact, the mutual knock, and that little “yep, we both know why we’re doing this” sparkle.

But walking under a ladder?

Come on. That’s not superstition—that’s just a bad idea.

That’s like going out on Friday the 13th with a full moon.

Are you nuts?

…Maybe I am a little superstitious after all.

Fingers crossed no black cats cross my path today. 🤞