Maybe it’s a little too premature to state the above, but I am having one of those days where I want to be a bit melodramatic. It’s been a rough couple of weeks. My dog passed away. My best friend is about to move out of state. Another girlfriend lost a job she loved. I just paid a hefty fine for texting while driving. The list goes on, but you get the picture. And now all of this is making me feel hopeless and can't seem to catch a break. And I am afraid that it’s not going to get any better this year. Why? Because I am a woman of superstition. I feel my luck is a game of numbers and weirdly believe that odd years are ones of better luck for me. I was born in an odd year, as well as both my kids and husband. I graduated high school and college in odd years. Last year, 2013, was an awesome year full of travel. So now, with a big sigh, I have 350 more days to break this streak OR be extra cautious and careful of those black cats.
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