Taste the Rainbow... or part of it....

It's amazing to me the things we carry through life. The little things that stick with us through decades of different experiences.....
Yesterday my sister, Emily was offering up some ideas for me to blog about again; not only is she my editor, but also my creative director. Anyway, she mentioned how I should write about my superstitions.

Why? Because I have a lot I guess.

See we were raised Catholic, and while I'm not saying all Catholics are crazy superstitious, like me, we do seem to have a magnetic pull toward ritual and tradition.

But instead of explaining how I used to wear the same ribbon in all my softball games, or sit in the same seat in the car with the family, I thought I'd tell you about two particular superstitions that turned into lifelong practices.

...Skittles...red and purple ones...


I can't remember if it started in college or high school. I think it was high school. Anyway, Emily used to bring me Skittles during my games. She would give them to me through the chain link fences, or give them to a teammate, or trainer to pass along to me. She gave me the purple and red ones every time, every single time. They are my favorite and Emily's too. Sometimes she would give me the whole bag. I'd then take out all the red and purple Skittles and give it back. She'd throw it away I guess, or maybe give them to someone else, I really have no clue.

And now, today, over 4 years after I played my last college softball game, I still refuse to eat yellow, green, or orange Skittles. Just the red and purple for me, and her. Doesn't matter where we are either, the movies, baseball games, concerts, etc. We get a bag of Skittles, we split up the purple and red ones, and trash the rest.

...OK, love you, bye....

Another superstition that started back in college (I think) was to end our phone calls with "OK, love you, bye." Sounds normal, but we say it really fast and all together and, I'm not sure about Em, but I do this to pretty much everyone in my life.

I think this one originated in the long, rambling voicemails I used to leave Emily. I'd run out of things to blab about and just "Ok, love you, bye." Then it transferred to our conversations and even emails. Something about "I love you" not being the last thing I say to family members when I leave them or end conversations with them, haunts me. This is my solution, I guess. It started probably 10 years ago when Emily was living in the Northeast and never stopped.

It's these types of little superstitions that become habit, or second nature, that I think are really interesting. They really shape who I am and how I literally walk through each day. They make me feel better too. Well maybe not red and purple skittles. Those are just yummy.

Happy Friday yall!

xoxo Sara Marie