Luck. The word reminds us of rabbit feet and horseshoes, Chinese dragons and fortune cookies, palm readers and crystal balls, stars and tarot cards. But thats usually good luck, what about the bad? Bad Luck. Black cats and broken mirrors, ladders and spilled salt, spiders and the number 13, curses and bats. I find it extremely ironic that Im writing about luck on Friday the 13th, supposedly the unluckiest day of the year, but lately I feel Ive had fantastic luck, Ive been writing this book, Ive found a great boyfriend, a friend of mine since last year who I never really noticed until now, my grades are good, and a friend I thought I lost is coming back, like a boomerang, slowly, slowly, little by little. I dont believe in luck, but rather destiny and fate, more of a will of God than my wishes. Although would it really hurt if, every so often, we picked up a four-leaf clover or wished on a falling star?
