I can’t help but notice that it’s Friday the 13th. I know it’s just a silly superstition. After all, I own a black cat that walks in front of me frequently. I bought a house that was #13. My step daughter broke a mirror but we haven’t noticed 7 years of bad luck.
Still, I find myself treading a little lightly on this day of inauspicious portent. It’s not a day I would choose for making a risky investment or asking for favors. I prefer to let it pass quietly.
Superstition aside, I believe we create our own luck by our beliefs. I recently heard a friend say “With my luck, the plane will be delayed several hours.” “Not true for me” I thought, “I feel quite lucky. With my luck the plane will land safely!”
Most people are as lucky as they choose to see. When we focus on our many blessings and our outrageous good fortune to be alive at this time in history in this country of bounty, we begin to see how lucky we are. I still don’t plan to buy a lottery ticket today, but I know that today and every day is my lucky day.
Ashley Davis Bush, LCSW is the author of
“Transcending Loss: Understanding the Lifelong Impact of Grief and How to Make it Meaningful”
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