Damned those Fates!

Do you ever get the feeling that The Fates are against you? I can almost picture the three of them, huddled in their little cave, cackling like witches as they play their little games, weaving the threads of our lives to their own rules. Artists in the past have often depicted the Moirai as young and beautiful. Personally, I picture them as more akin to the traditional view of Shakespeare’s three witches of Macbeth, old and wrinkled, with skin of leather and sharp pointy noses. Well, whatever these three stalwarts of Greek mythology look like, they have certainly got it in for me this year. I had hope that the new year would be positive and a good one. Unfortunately, Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos seem to have a rather different plan for me.

2017 had been a mixed year, but overall things had turned out well. Health, family, relationships and work were all looking good. Even our finances, which have so often been precarious, were looking encouraging. So I went into the new year with the renewed hope that we had turned a corner and everything was going to be just fine.

But then the Fates threw in their little twist. In a little over a week, I have lost one of my best friends, my father-in-law, and been told that I am now at risk of being made redundant! We all know January can be a bad month, but really?!

Despite these two proverbial spanners that have been thrown rather unceremoniously into our lives I am determined to keep faith with the positive mood in which the new year began. Whilst it is always sad to lose someone so close, I take some comfort from the view that my father-in-law has been spared any prolonged suffering. His health was in decline and his mobility all but gone. We will be celebrating his incredible life this week, remembering the wicked sense of humour and the seemingly bottomless well of knowledge that he possessed. He will be sadly missed, but so long as we continue to share our memories of his life he will live on.

As for my job, I had been unhappy for some time, but to face the potential of losing it just as I had found a way to make it palatable and even enjoyable is a severe blow. And at my age, finding another is not going to be easy, particularly as everyone wants apprentices these days. But I am determined to look upon this as an opportunity rather than a disaster. After all, staff restructuring may bring an opportunity for change and offer a new challenge. Even if that is working for someone else, there is still a chance to do something new and exciting. I like to think that even a creaky over-fifty has something to offer, given half the chance.

Life throws us these little challenges every now and then and it is only by embracing the possibilities that we can overcome them. I have faced redundancy twice before and each time I have found opportunities I hadn’t previously considered. Hopefully, this time will be no different, but only if I can shake off the disappointment of being at this particular crossroads once again without a map or compass.

I will say that as I get older I find the prospect of the challenges that a career change can bring ever more daunting. IT support is a young person’s game and I am finding it ever more difficult to keep a pace of the rapid changes in the whole technology industry. I no longer have the enthusiasm I did for spending my evenings pouring over new ideas and keeping up with the rapid developments in both the hardware and the software. Maybe I should have stuck with printing!

What this year will bring only those pesky fates can know, but of just two things I am certain: I will miss my old friend and debating partner and I will end the year in a different job (or none at all!). Everything else is up for grabs.

 

We survived Friday 13th

Now I am not a particularly superstitious person, but even I take extra care on Friday 13th. Well, who doesn’t? But other than that I don’t take much notice of the usual signs and portents that seem to send so many other people into paroxysms of fear.

It is all nonsense after all. The very idea that simply by smashing a mirror or walking under a ladder you are opening yourself up to any more bad luck than you would face anyway is absurd. I have deliberately walked under many a ladder in my time, and nothing has ever happened as a result. I haven’t even been the victim of the most obvious piece of bad luck, having something fall on me as I passed beneath.

But the coming of Friday 13th is something different. With enough people believing in the worst, it is inevitable that eventually, the worst will happen. So I tend to take more care than usual. But as the days of the calendar are arbitrary and not linked in any way to anything natural, the whole idea that this particular day is somehow ill-fated is particularly absurd.

But there are some very different view of superstition. Some of the worst people for taking superstitions seriously are actors. There are so many things you can’t do or say backstage at the theatre it’s a wonder they manage to do anything at all. Never say good luck, never mention Macbeth (it is always referred to as the Scotish play), and never whistle are just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Almost every actor seems to have their own little rituals that they must go through before, during or after each performance.

Another thing I have noticed is that the people who avoid black cats and cracks in the pavement are generally the same people who fall for tales of hauntings and visiting spirits. And once again, theatrical types fall into this trap as well. So many theatres claim to be haunted, but it is only those who work there that seem to believe it all. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good ghost story or horror film, but that is all they are, stories. It isn’t real.

So what exactly is a superstition? I think it is best defined as a belief that by some form of magic or other ethereal power, simple actions or objects can influence events around us. Basically, it stems from ignorance and a desire to apportion blame when things go wrong. It is not too dissimilar from the way people pointed fingers at “witches” in the Middle Ages or God. Rather than accept that we ourselves may at fault for something that has happened, we naturally look around us for someone, or something else, to take the blame. It is a lack of understanding and a willingness to welcome the easy answer that leads many people to accept a belief that something else is guiding or influencing our actions.

Aside from the obvious absurdity of it all, I have often wondered where some of these ideas come from. I mean, why should putting shoes on a table, or opening up an umbrella inside be linked in any way to misfortune or disaster? Aside from the obvious that is. I mean, anyone putting up an umbrella in a house is inviting trouble by their very proximity to light fittings, ornaments and other people. It stands to reason. Many old wives tales and myths have some basis in fact. Even some religious rites can be traced back to practical considerations of a more ignorant time, but superstitions are a little different. I suppose that in some cases they are born out of a form of reality. You make a change in your routine and something bad happens, there is a natural inclination to see the change as the cause, concluding that it was the deviation from previous acts that are to blame.

To me, superstition and religion and inexorably intertwined. I can see very little difference between them as they are both built on the premise of a belief in things we cannot see or explain, and a desire to pass responsibility for our actions on to someone else.

Whilst I have no time myself for superstition or religion, I do have sympathy for those that do. People can become obsessed with their belief in them and it can make their lives unnecessarily difficult. But however irrational their fears or ignorant their beliefs, when they are sincerely held they need to be handled with care and understanding. I have never mocked or ridiculed anyone for the beliefs. I may question them, but I would never dream of trying to undermine anyone’s faith, at least not to their face.