Commentary by Danielle Wilson
Are you superstitious? I am. I firmly believe that the only way the University of Louisville can win a game is if I wear my Cards tee-shirt with a pair of Express jeans and abstain from Diet Coke for the day. And that hearing Rod Stewart’s Forever Young in full means a family member is pregnant. I also never take chances with sidewalk cracks, tails-up pennies, spilled salt, or stupid black cats, for obvious reasons.
Why I am like this? After all, I’m fairly well-educated and can rationally acknowledge that a kitty sauntering across my path should have absolutely no repercussions on my day. Or that my moving one seat to the left at a Colts game shouldn’t make a bit of difference on whether or not T.Y. Hilton scores a touchdown. I know in my heart that these silly things don’t matter, and yet I can’t prevent myself from acting on them, anyway.
Part of my superstitious nature I blame on genetics. I am a ginger twin and have supposedly inherited special sensory connections to my sister, although it’s really only worked one time, and that was on her end. Furthermore, by all accounts, my maternal grandmother was “born under the veil,” and therefore had “the sight.” (I can’t explain what any of this means but it sounds cool.) And my mom is extremely intuitive; always knew when I was pregnant, even before me or Rod Stewart. So I’ve grown up with both an appreciation for trusting my instincts and the belief that “signs” foretelling the future do exist for those who choose to read them. Case in point: My daughter sang in a production of Joseph’s Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat just one month before I was awarded a travel grant to the Middle East!
Anyway, I bring this entire topic up because the most superstitious (and awesome-est) holiday of the year, Halloween, is upon us. Weird things can and will happen, especially if you’re not prepared. So grab a rabbit’s foot, wear some garlic, and take care around mirrors. And if you hear Forever Young, congratulations! Peace out.