you probably swear by your lucky shirt, the one you feel unvulnerable, superman in disguise, the shirt which allows to show your toned pecs to tackle anything, from the stock markets to a real bull.
well, I got my unlucky t-shirt.
as some of you know, I love my collection of numerous t-shirts brought back from so many foreign places. and within this collection, I have one that I brought back from London.
basically whenever I have been wearing this specific one, my day sucked.
sucked big time.
my good humour changed to a pityparty, being forced to deal with unforeseen issues, turning my day into a nightmarish succession of unfortunate events.
this state of hell usually keeps going for 24 hours from the moment that I put this t-shirt over my head.
well you could say that I am superstitious, and that my state of mind influences that all sorts of bad things happen around me.
let me prove you wrong:
after teaching a marvellous class (at least, that's what I sensed, let's hope the students felt it sweet, too), i chose to wear this peculiar t-shirt.
when grabbing the hanger (all my t-shirts are on hangers, which saves a lot of precious time by not folding) I thought, "what the heck, I had a great class, am in great mood, lets have this positive spirit impregnate this shirt and forget about its past".
well that's what I thought.
from the moment I was wearing the t-shirt, I was not able to complete any tasks - even some basic stuff I got wrong - I surrendered and went to bed after switching to another t-shirt, only to wake up in a soso mood, super tired the next morning.
the new day broke on me with all sorts of bad news, and believe me, it was not a monday morning, making it impossible to handle any of the planned tasks, forcing me to rush from one emergency to another one.
one of the essential aspects in yoga is not allowing any external conditions have an effect on me, but how could i forget about my unlucky shirt rule?
the day wore on, the chores felt heavy, and in the eveing I had some time to reflect on what had happened to me.
call me superstitious, or crazy, but at that moment, I decided to get rid of this t-shirt.
at first I had thought of donating it to charity, as it is in mint condtion, only little worn..., but then again, I did not want to pass this kind of misfortune on to anyone else.
cutting it into pieces and using these as cleaning cloth? nope, did not want to spread the bad vibes to our place.
only logical solution was to get rid off the t-shirt.
i did not use any petrol to burn it, which might have been appropriate in terms of expelling bad luck, but organic cotton does simply not burn so well and why wasting it anyway?
no, I have put this shirt into the trash.
while yoga helps us dealing with issues coming up on the path of life, there are some moments where it is probably better not exposing yourself to any circumstances affecting your life.
now that I dispossessed it, my life became brighter, much brighter.
hari om
