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UP ON MY LUCK
… tomorrow we can’t usually tell yesterday from today, just days past – things done
Friday June 13, 2014
Triskaidekaphobia isn’t deserving of phobia status.
Superstitions, anecdotal references making bad-luck day for several centuries. Before which, every day was scary when someone with a bigger club or a saber-toothed cat might have made it a bloody awful day, Friday the 13th conjured no fear.
What differentiates luck from unlucky, yesterday from today?
Last day of work week – TGIF (thank goodness it’s Friday) fans leave early, dress casually or don’t work at all.
Today, Friday the 13th, yikes. Stay inside. Stay safe. Avoid walking under ladders, beware of cats (good advice every day – just avoid them if you can!)
Today is no luckier or less lucky than any. Conversely – why can’t we regard Friday the 13th as an important day, as exciting one? Might be someone’s birthday – or someone’s first day at something. First day in town, first day of a new routine, first day free of some monkey-on-their-back issue. First day open for business.
Luck had nothing to do with successes I’ve had – failures, accidental or unexplained, at my doorstep laid, ill-considered choice reminders.
No day working toward making something, advancing anyone’s cause or creating something new felt unlucky.
Yesterday – a deal completing piece of paper-trailing, from questionable possibilities to certainty. Months wrapping-up ahead, details still ahead, but yesterday was for feeling great, for relaxed posture. I didn’t do anything brilliant or hard. Actually I did. Did them well. Long-term process culminated yesterday. One more pivotal stage of a long path. Nowhere near easy street, but certainly moving to a better mental neighbourhood …
Luck?
No.
Still, yesterday, June 12th was a very fine day.
Go ahead, live today phobia free.
Mark Kolke
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column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 10C/49F, raining (predictions are we’ll see the sun again next Wed. with a glimmer of hope for Sun), rain let up while we were walking, Gusta loved the wet and dragged her belly in every stretch of long grass she could find. Sky is lighter, for now, so maybe our weather-luck will change …
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