I wouldn’t say I’m superstitious, but then again, if I ever say “touch wood” in a sentence, I absolutely have to find something wooden to touch. It’s not even a conscious decision—it’s just something I do. If I can’t find wood immediately, I’ll tap my head (which someone once told me counts), or I’ll seek out the nearest wooden surface just to be sure. Beyond that, I don’t follow any other superstitions. No throwing salt over my shoulder, no avoiding black cats, and I certainly don’t worry about walking under ladders—though that’s more about common sense than luck.

But isn’t that how it starts? A little habit, a tiny ritual that, over time, becomes second nature? It’s fascinating how these small things weave into our daily lives without us even realizing it. Superstitions, after all, stem from traditions passed down over generations, often rooted in cultural or historical beliefs. Even if we don’t believe in them, we sometimes follow them anyway—just in case.

I often wonder why “touching wood” is the one superstition I can’t seem to shake. Maybe it’s because it feels harmless, like a little safety net against bad luck. Or maybe it’s simply one of those quirks that sticks with you without any real explanation. Either way, I don’t see myself stopping anytime soon.

So, am I superstitious? I’d still say no. But, touch wood, nothing changes that.

Daily writing prompt

Are you superstitious?

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