Today was the first day of my internship. An internship that I so hope will turn into my career. I awoke with butterflies in my stomach, so eager to make a good impression and fearful that I wouldn’t live up to all that my employers had hoped for.
As I set out across Tufnell Park for the bus stop I noticed a golden glint from amongst the grass. There laid between the daisies was a pound coin. “see a penny pick it up, and all day you’ll have good luck. See a penny let it lay and bad luck you’ll have all day” I said the rhyme aloud, one that I’ve murmured to myself since childhood whenever I collected a stray penny.
I bent down to collect the coin, feeling its weight in my palm, I felt a sense of calm come over me. Suddenly my mind was no longer on my potential failure, or incapability to do the job I had been hired for. But instead, it wandered to the coin in my hand.
How had this pound coin come to be here in the middle of Tufnell Park? How many transactions had it been a part of? What goods had it purchased?
Walking along in the morning sun I let my mind wander, first I imagined that the coin had leapt from the pocket of a jogger as he bound across the park in a sweat. Then I envisaged it falling from the back pocket of a man, laughing amongst his friends, sitting on the grass with a cold beer and enjoying the previous day’s good weather.
However the coin got there it was now in my hand, providing me with a sense of comfort and easing the anxiety of my first day in a new career. As I got to the bus stop I slid it into my bag, my little piece of good luck for the day.
“See a penny pick it up and all day you’ll have good luck” I had the equivalent of a hundred pennies, I thought, and smiled, and then suddenly everything felt like it was going to be ok.
P.S – As you’re reading this my first day has been and gone, my fears, as suspected, were completely unwarranted and my little piece of luck is still sat in the central pocket of my purse.