At the moment; nothing makes sense.
This doesn’t make sense. Things are tough and I’m conscious of this turning into a diary entry.
I’m a focused individual. Work; Kung-Fu, focused. Relationships? not so. I’m not sure why either.
I’m also a man of science. A lot of what I need to operate safely relies on my understanding of the scientific method and it’s application, but recently, I’ve been counting magpies.
You’re familiar with the rhyme I take it?
- For sorrow;
- For joy
- Don’t worry about the rest…
As with most luck/superstitions, I’m interested in it when it fits my narrative; a kind of umbrella for my mood.
From my bedroom window, sitting up first thing in the morning I can see my neighbour’s roof. For a suburban area the bird count is quite high, including varieties of species.
There is also a nest of magpies in the locality as their grating call will attest. In the morning, there can be any number around doing their destructive thing.
There are rules to magpie spotting and how this totally random, non-attributable event will affect the rest of your (my) day.
It has to be first thing in the morning; all subsequent magpie spottings after the initial sighting are either null and void, or serve as confluence to earlier magpie signals.
So here’s the thing….
I believe in making my own luck. I believe in both working smarter and harder, so why the hell is this my current state of mind?
I’m distracted. Things aren’t running smoothly in the co-parenting world.
It’s a blip.
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