Where did August go? I feel like I blinked and all of a sudden it was September already. I applied for the Emerging Voices Rosenthal Fellowship recently and spent most of last month putting together a portfolio to submit. I sent it off (five copies worth) the week before the due date and I’ve been feeling pretty burnt out since then. I hope that I’m not giving myself bachi (bad luck) by mentioning the fellowship at all before the recipients have been chosen. I’m not saying I think I’ll win (it seems like a long shot, to be honest); I just find myself to be extra superstitious when I have absolutely no idea how things will go.
My mom once told me it was bachi to celebrate your birthday before the actual day, which subconsciously has made me paranoid that celebrating early would banish me to karmic hell for who knows how long. Now, in cases like this, I find myself careful not to tip the scales, half-believing that these precautions might make a difference.
Anyway, I included a Self-Addressed Stamped Envelope so the committee could confirm the acceptance of my application. I paperclipped an envelope, wrote out my name and address in neat print, and put a Hawaii surfer stamp on the corner. I received my confirmation last week with the words “Good Luck” scribbled and signed by an unidentifiable letter. I’m sure everyone who included a postcard with their application received the same message, but I scotch taped mine to my wall, you know, just for good luck.