Am I superstitious? Honestly, I don’t have the time to find out. My days are a whirlwind of deadlines and to-dos, leaving little room for pondering omens or decoding signs. Between juggling work and keeping my life on track, superstitions barely get a passing thought. That said, I’m not immune to their charm. Spot a lucky omenlike a four-leaf clover or a perfectly timed rainbowand I’ll smile, quietly grateful for the boost. But when something unlucky crosses my patha black cat darting by or a cracked mirrorI just shrug, sigh, and keep moving. Life doesn’t pause for superstition, and neither do I. Omens can wait; my schedule can’t.