Superstition is a highly personal matter. For example, the number 13 was my Father’s favorite number. It represented good luck for him. My dad was a highly intuitive man, always trusting his inner guidance when making important choices and decision. Things always seemed to work out well, whenever he paid close attention to his gut feelings.

I inherited his liking for the number 13. I guess you could say it is in my DNA. If given the choice of a number between one and twenty, I will always choose 13. My second choice is the number 3.

Like many people, I also love Fridays. It signals the end of the work week for many, and the start of the weekend. We generally seem to just be in better mood on a Friday. And while some people get the superstitious ‘heebie-jeebies’ about a Friday falling on the 13^th day of a month, I absolutely love it. Yes indeed, thank goodness it’s Friday the 13^th!

You either love Friday the 13^th, or fear it. There is not much middle ground in these matters. Every Friday the 13th is a great day for me. I wake up and put my feet firmly on the floor, feeling I’m lucky and grateful to be alive. Friday the 13^th for me is like finding a four-leaf clover. It brings me good luck. Truth be told, I even feel more energized on a Friday the 13^th, especially when it falls on a Full Moon.

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