There’s a quiet belief I carry. If everything is in order, maybe the worst won’t happen. It may not make sense, but it feels real.
I have this superstition I don’t talk about much, mostly because I know it doesn’t make complete sense. But it’s there, and if I’m being honest, it probably shapes more of my day than I realize.
Somewhere along the way, I started thinking that if I stay prepared for everything, the worst won’t happen. If my will is up to date, the bills are paid, and the house is clean and organized, then maybe life will stay steady. Like if everything is handled the way it should be, nothing will come along and turn it upside down.
And then there’s that extra thought that sneaks in, the one I don’t always say out loud. If all your affairs are in order and your will is updated, then chances are you won’t die on your next airplane trip to wherever you’re going.
I know. It doesn’t make sense.
But it still feels real.
There’s something about being prepared that feels like protection. It gives me a sense of control, even though I know deep down that control is mostly an illusion. Life doesn’t wait until everything is in place before it decides to change direction.
Things happen anyway.
Still, I come back to it. Straightening things up, taking care of loose ends, making sure everything is where it should be. Like if I just stay on top of it, I can somehow stay one step ahead of whatever might come next.
The truth is, I never fully get there. There’s always something else to do, something that isn’t quite finished. It’s like chasing a finish line that keeps moving just a little further away.
But I keep trying.
Because even if it doesn’t actually prevent anything, it gives me a certain kind of peace. Not perfect peace, but enough to quiet my mind and make me feel like I’m doing my part.
And lately, I’ve started to see something else.
Life doesn’t wait until everything is perfect.
It just keeps going.
So maybe it’s not about having everything done. -Maybe it’s about finding a balance between being prepared and still living in the middle of it all. Letting things be a little unfinished sometimes.
Because if I wait until everything is exactly right, I’ll spend more time getting ready for life than actually living it.
And I don’t want to miss that.
