I don't think of myself as a superstitious person by nature, but I have been known to make a wish on the first star at night or purposely step over a crack. Growing up I used to wonder how my day would end up differently if I went out one door versus another. I think this is more out of having a child somewhere inside me that still hopes there really is a tooth fairy somewhere out there. So, whenever I find a penny on the ground I pick it up thinking of all the good luck that it will bring my way.
Image my joy when I was devouring my latest library book turning page after page swallowed up in my reading when a perfect, crisp, wonderful dollar bill fell out of the book! Logic told me that someone had simply used it as a book mark, but my heart told me that it was a sign! I've been struggling with the book I have been writing. Thoughts of "Will anyone really ever want to read this anyway?" have been keeping me away from the task.
That dollar bill gave me courage again!
In my mind it was a hundred good luck pennies sent my way.
Please don't think I interpreted it that I would be published and money would be falling into my lap from my book. Rather, I saw it as the boost that I needed. The verification that even if what I am doing is for myself and myself alone, it is what I love and that makes it important. I literally thought to myself "A sign! I need to keep going!".
I guess you could say that I am a superstitious person after all.