There are certain things that I am highly superstitious about. Knocking on wood to avoid jinxes, for instance. Tossing salt over my shoulder if I accidentally spill some. Ya know, things like that. I am also superstitious about my jewelry - necklaces in particular. I guess having something that close to me, near my heart, which I wear 24 hours a day and 7 days a week, holds a certain significance.
A few months ago I bought a little bag full of trinkets at the thrift store. It primarily had old doll accessories in it, but there were some bottles with beads and jewelry pieces in it as well. Included in one of those bottles in that particular bag of trinkets was a tiny little gold-tone skeleton key charm. I thought it was pretty nifty from the get-go, as this is seriously the tiniest little key you'll ever see. I wasn't sure what to do with it, but hung onto it for a while, just in case.
About a month or so ago, I decided to put that little key on a very light chain and wear it as my necklace. The chain was nothing to speak of, and the key was super tiny, so this necklace had a very light and almost not there feeling to it. I liked it. I didn't question it. And so it was.
And now, after having seemingly endless instances of bad luck and quirky technical glitches over the past couple of weeks, yesterday I'd had enough and decided to remove the necklace. My superstitions kicked in and I figured that necklace had bad mojo on it. You see, this is my biggest conflict when it comes to collecting vintage stuff - I have no clue who its previous owners were, and what the life of that object had been before falling into my hands? Perhaps the person was a total asshole? Or maybe they had been in a very negative circumstance which caused them to give up their worldly possessions? Worst of all are estate sales. I can't do estate sales. There is something entirely wrong and creepy about wandering around old dead people's houses, where they lived only recently, and picking through their belongings like a vulture. I can't do that. No.
Anyhow... I continued to have bad luck yesterday after I removed the necklace, so my faith in its jinxing properties began to wane. I kept it off just the same, as once I am done with something like that, I rarely if ever look back. There are other necklaces in the necklace sea for me to choose from, after all.
This morning it was uncanny. I had slept like a log, truly, having dream after dream after dream. All dreams are "weird," and mine not unlike that particular adjective, only they were so very lucid and not nearly as nonsensical as most dreams can be. They were more adventurous and fun and a pleasure to take part in. So when I woke up, I was incredibly well rested and cheerful. Considering that yesterday I was nearly wishing death upon my pathetic life, the change in such a short period of time was staggering indeed.
The pace of happiness stayed on track through the day. 24 hours ago I was completely ready to call my business quits, then the first thing I did this morning was open a brand new store. I spent most of my day having the time of my life creating my inventory, and was happy as a clam on toast. Not only that, but I made two sales in my other shops, one of which was a pretty costly item. Things are looking up!
So I have to go back and wonder again about that key. Had the few hours earlier in the day when I was wearing it left a lingering jinxy mark? Did I need a night for its bad mojo to wear off? What was it meant to represent to me in the first place? Was that teeny tiny key meant to unlock some sort of mysterious mystery? Perhaps a method of unleashing all of which I could ever yearn for, or at the very least, the most important things that would make my life somehow better? This little key, so small you could barely see it, would nary open Barbie's belly button, let alone some kind of secrets to my life.
Now I have decided that choosing my next talisman for the future must be done with considerable thought and care. I will no longer simply adorn myself with shiny trinkets, not knowing their history or where they came from. I most certainly will not purchase and wear some hunk of junk that was mass produced in some department store, either. But I must wear something that is fresh, and only ever belonging to me, and my hands, near my heart, with my own energy upon it. These things may seem trivial, but really, they are anything but.
