I know that the new year is largely symbolic. It's a calendar change, and holds no authority in our lives. And I'm not superstitious! But still, it doesn't seem to bode well that my first few days of 2008 have been filled with such undoing.
First, I was robbed by my yoga "healing center". Now if that isn't a load of bollocks, I'm afraid I don't know what is. Not very zen-full is it?! So yeah. I received a gift certificate for a healing center to practice yoga at and now, without leaving forwarding information, the place has permanently closed. The owner is a slimy sort who is difficult to track down. Wouldn't be surprised to find him fleeing the country, yoga mat on back and pockets full of other people's cash!
This morning, my macbook hard drive crashed and I believe I have lost all of my files. This includes my music I was working on in Garageband, all my written files and photos and videos (some of my late Grandma). I am trying not to be sick over this one until I've at least exhausted all possibilities of recovering the files somehow. My love is actually attempting to do so at this very moment.
And, to add insult to injury, I looked outside at the beautiful gloomy rain--which I've waited so long for--and find that my leather-hard ceramic pieces have been left out and have melted like the wicked witch upon the bannister. There remains only a soddy puddle of white clay residue.
So maybe I'm superstitious after all.
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