Tomorrow is Friday the 13th.
The bad luck motherload. The horror of horrible days. The superstition, the legend.
But what does that really mean? You may have “bad luck” every day. What would make one day any different?
Well, you could say that people make their own luck and it doesn’t really matter that a string of unfortunate, unruly events occur because they’re not related.
Or
You could use this day as a proverbial hall pass. Mess stuff up and make mistakes, and don’t blame yourself. Just for one day. I mean, don’t go asking for a black cat to hold or for a mirror to break, but maybe instead of a day to fear, you can embrace it as a day to not be perfect without having to hold yourself responsible. Why not just blame it all on bad luck? When else can you use that excuse, after all?
Because whatever Friday the 13 may mean to you, (“oh no!” Or “who cares?”) it can be your scapegoat. Just like any Monday, you’ll say, “oh sure. It makes sense that I dropped my phone in the toilet. It’s Friday the 13th after all.”
And that’s sort of a relief instead of a scare. Just try not to press your luck too much. Even bad luck has its limits.
Bailey Dailey 