When I consider the date, I often think of her. It was her birthday. Now guilt too surrounds missing my nieces birthday which falls the day before. It’s poetic that our modem died on this day. I asked her on a few occasions: don’t you feel unlucky that your birthday could land on Friday the 13th? She simply answered, “Why would it be unlucky? It’s my birthday!”
So, I hadn’t thought of that question for years, until this week, when the unlucky day reared its head.
Is it really unlucky?
Like my diminishing belief in soul mates, I rarely believe in luck. So, I don’t think I even had bad luck yesterday when my keys went missing and Levi’s squeezy bottle was temporarily mislaid. Still no word on the keys, but the squeezy bottle was found, in the car.
I believe life is what you make of it. We have to work at our relationships. They don’t just come handed to us. We argue, we fight, we disagree, and we have to make a choice on whether or not we want that to define us or the solution to those disagreements to define us.
I choose the solution. I choose, more specifically, the positive solution and I try to think consciously about my choices, daily. Even when I’m digging my heels in and being stubborn, I am aware of that choice.
So, thank you, world, for the poetic silence on Friday, May 13th, 2011 in my daily-blog posting. Thank you for reminding me that Friday the 13th is lucky because it is somebody’s birthday, somewhere – and how can a birthday be bad when it’s framed on celebration?
- Broken Modem & Lost Keys (michellelasley.net)
- It’s My Birthday (michellelasley.net)
- Teaching Religion & Spirituality (michellelasley.net)
- Cooking (michellelasley.net)