Flip-side of the White Cat

I have this cupboard in my kitchen where I collect a hodge-podge assortment of ads, pictures, and quotes I love. I used to wonder if this bothered Hubs, until he changed a quote to say:

“Going without is better than worrying about how to pay for luxury warrior items you don’t need.”

Okay. No longer worried. If he personalizes the cupboard with warrior allusions, it’s the equivalent of putting his stamp of approval on the whole thing, right?

So here’s another piece I put up there:

[Is it fiction? Heh.]

This is especially relevant right now, because if you’ll remember from this post, I’m a little bit superstitious. Just enough to make me quirky, eh? 

Everyone loves a little quirk. 

In my head I continue this by saying, “Everyone loves a little quirk in their jerk.” 

And by ‘jerk’ do I mean, A) “a quick, sharp pull, thrust, twist, throw, or the like; a sudden movement: The train started with a jerk;” or B) “A contemptibly naive, fatuous, foolish, or inconsequential person;” or C) “Meat, especially beef, that has been cut in strips and preserved by drying in the sun; jerked  meat.”? You decide. (Those quotes, by the way, are from dictionary.com, but I have no idea how to cite them in this moment and I don’t want to go look it up. So. Are we done yet with how my head has continued this?)

Right, so the black cat thing is relevant right now because last Monday I was cooling off and walking home pre-dawn from my run, when a cat walked across my path. Straight across, and I paused to watch it. This wasn’t a black cat, though, it was pure white. Not a spot of color on it.

Again in my head I thought, “What the…if a black cat walking across my path is supposedly bad luck, what’s a white cat walking across my path? Really good luck?”

*Cue giddy feeling in gut*

But things aren’t always so black and white. In fact, hardly ever is it that way, and yet it's strange how we seem to think so much in extremes. If it’s not one side of the spectrum, it’s the other. Things we perceive are good or evil. One candidate is wrong while the other is right. In my head I'm usually either failing or succeeding. But generally, life is lived somewhere in the middle.

So I saw White Cat Monday morning, and then Tuesday morning an unfortunate sequence of unrelated events kept my writing group from getting together. Bah.

And then Tuesday evening Beta fell down the last step on our stairs and couldn’t support weight on one of his legs. No good.

And then Wednesday we were in the hospital all day trying to figure out what was going on with Beta, because he didn’t seem like he was in pain at all, but he still couldn’t support his little baby weight. Double-no-good.

The week continued like this, until finally Sunday came around and we got to rest. Thank Heaven and Earth and the Faeries, and whoever else you give thanks to, for Sundays, huh? Literally.

Today there is peace in my heart, and I’m not sure if it’s because last week was so hard in comparison to the seemingly slow start of this week, or if it’s because I’m deciding to have a better attitude about all this stuff. Maybe both?

Probably both.

Today I am very grateful. 

I’ve decided I’m really glad White Cat crossed my path, because things could have generally gone a whole lot worse. What about y’all? Is there anything negative going on in your life right now that, if you figure out the flip-side, could actually be really positive?

Moment of Magic today:

October is winding to a close, as is my updated deadline. Go here to read the latest on that (as of last Monday, but I'm still keeping up).

And just cause y'all are fabulous, here's a little treat...