The Jinx is Alive and Well

I didn’t mean to jinx the whole trip. But i might have knocked over a mountain of paper plates within the first five minutes of arriving at his dad’s house. Then I almost slipped and busted my entire ass on the kitchen floor. He looked at me and said, “Really? this is day one.” And now? The couch broke. Fully Collapsed. Just sitting there, minding it’s own business- and boom. gone. So yeah. I might be cursed. Or maybe I’m just clumsy. Scratch that- I am clumsy. And I used to hate that about myself. I used to get mad, embarrassed, try to shrink away like maybe I could hide the fact that I’ve been chaos in a dress since day one. But now? I just try to shake it off. Because there are some things I can’t change. And maybe I don’t need to. Maybe being the jinx means I’m present. laughing. Crashing through life. Falling into it instead of away from it. And if things break along the way- Well at least I’m not pretending to be graceful anymore. The couch broke. But my spirit didn’t Grace is overrated anyway.