This isn’t superstition… I’ve become a bad luck magnet.  Blame it on my Moontime, blame it on my bad mood, but negativity attracts negativity.

It’s the opposite of Oprah’s favorite book, The Secret, which (I think, since I’ve never read it) reveals that positive energy attracts positive.  This is “the most powerful law in the universe.”

But how can one keep a cheerful mood in the face of:

1. PMT (premenstrual TENSION, as the British call it– much more accurate than PMS)

2. Pink Eye (goopy, itchy infections in BOTH eyes, making the windows to my soul swollen and red and altogether hideous).  Can’t wear mascara.  Embarrassed to go out in public.

3. Two sisters in a FIGHTING PHASE.  I don’t know why, but A and C have been at each other’s throats since I came home from New York.  Screaming, crying, shrieking, hitting, shoving, pulling hair, grabbing toys, destroying artwork… Last week there was not a moment of peace.

4. Discovering that my laptop SCREEN is cracked.  Yes, somehow my new-to-me PowerBook G4, a hand-me-down from my web-designer brother, has a big crack in the screen.  Did C get her hands on it (most likely scenario)?  Did it get banged around between home and the library?  Either way, there is no reversing the damage and I am BUMMING.

5. No more WRITING GROUP– my beautiful Tuesday night creative salvation is over, as T. is now working that shift.  How I miss Suzanne and the others!

6. Getting stopped by the COPS driving home from the library.  Couldn’t find my registration.  Turns out my inspection is overdue.

7. Friday YOGA class attendance dropping off.  Why?  Is it too hard? Too easy?  Too much Ashtanga?  A bad time for most people?  Not enough music?  Has everyone found other yoga classes they prefer?  Should I give up teaching and devote myself to my writing?

8.  Speaking of which, I have to write 14 BLURBS on Cosmetology over the next few days for my online writing job.  Or rather, Charlotte Day (my web-content alter-ego/ PEN NAME) has to write them.  It’s vaguely like being in college, the constant weight of papers hanging over my head.  Except I am now (luckily enough) getting paid for them.

On that note, I’ll stop complaining.  I am blessed to be working, to have my health (mostly), and my beloved family.  I said this blog was NO CRYING, JUST WRITING and I will stick to it.

Maybe I need to go to bed and read more Eckhart Tolle, The Power of Now.  But not before I take out the garbage and recycling and wish and pray for this snowball of bad luck to melt.

dreaming of dominica

right now i am unenlightened and would give anything for:

1. a nanny

2. a guru

3. a personal chef/housekeeper

4. a massage

5. inspiration

6. the Caribbean

7. inner peace

8. Springtime

9. a talk with my Dad

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