Luck is a strange concept for me to get my head around. Is there really an overbearing force of nature that determines whether or not you will have a lucky day? Whether something amazing or disastrous happens? Or do you indeed make your own luck like the late Ernest Hemingway once proclaimed. Some theories state that those people who consider themselves 'lucky', are actually just better at spotting and taking opportunities that are presented to them. While those who are 'unlucky' are generally more tense and prone to missing things. This does make a lot of sense to me. Some say that I am extremely lucky in that I get to live and work with wildlife in Canada. I say that it is just an outcome of hard work and determination. I wanted to find a placement that allows me to do what I love the most, so I searched for hours online, finally finding NLWS. I saw an opportunity and I took a chance at it.
Others claim there is a strong link between superstition and luck. Break a mirror? That's 7 years bad luck right there. Find a four leaf clover? It will be a lucky day for you. One of the most superstitious beliefs that seems to engage even the non-superstitious is Friday the 13th. Many people believe this to be a truly unlucky day and anything and everything that goes wrong on this date is blamed on poor timing. In fact some people have such a fear of this day that they alter their normal routines, meaning that in some parts of the world disasters such a traffic collisions and work accidents are actually reduced because people are being extra careful, or in extreme cases not going outside.
What does all this mean to me though? Well the past week or so has been one of the unluckiest weeks of my entire life. Everything seemed to be going wrong. I have been in a number of accidents(thankfully nothing too serious) including being headbutted by Jasper the Burmese mountain dog, spilling hot milk on myself, dropping a frying pan on my foot and taking a spectacular tumble down a hill, leaving me with bruised ribs and arms, a selection of cuts on my hip and hands and unable to work for 2 days. I also managed to knock a cup of tea on my laptop that left it broken for four days (it is now working again though). The fact that the week all this happened to me was also the week that had Friday the 13th in it didn't even cross my mind until a few days ago. Is there really some truth behind superstition? Or is it just a strange coincidence that this happened even when I don't consider myself a naturally unlucky person. Either way everything is turning out okay, my injuries have healed, my laptop is fixed and just today I had a brilliant time releasing a fox that has been one of the highlights of my six weeks here so far. Whether it was just coincidence or if whatever supernatural being it is that grants luck was just angry with me doesn't matter anymore, it's all behind me now and I am ready to move on and do what I came here to do.
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