Today is a very special day in which I am participating in A Grande Life's Blog Swap. Sounds fancy, right? Well, it is! The way it works is a bunch of bloggers get matched up with a bunch of different bloggers to swap stories. I am happy to report that I was matched up with Brook from Redhead Reverie. If you scroll through Brook's blog, you'll see that she is a triathelete, mom of 2 and an all around great lady living in Iowa.
Here is her take on the number 13 and the crazy fact that we now have to write that unlucky (or lucky, depending on how you see it) number for the entire year:
I refuse to walk under a ladder or open an umbrella in the house.
At one point I even drove my car a block out of the way in order to avoid a stray black cat who might have crossed my path.
Now the year is demanding I write the most unlucky number over and over an over again…
I voiced my concerns on Facebook and Twitter, because let’s face it social media is a bevy of useless and mindless concerns {like should I wear black eyeliner, or order a peppermint latte or caramel macchiato at Starbucks}, but to me this is important.
In response, my friend in Thailand suggested I use the Thai calendar. While that seems appealing I think my bank would red flag my account if I started writing 2556 on all my checks.
Another friend actually told me that three generations have chosen the number for their sports jerseys in her family, and it means GOOD luck.
Since these were the only two comments, I kind of figured I was in the minority and that my Triskaidekaphobia, or the fear of the number 13, might be a tad irrational {gasp}.
I’m not even sure where the unluckiness originated. It was just one of many on the master superstition list. I just accepted it, never once questioning the origin or reasoning behind it…until now.
According to the internet {because it’s always true} the origin goes back to the last Supper, and that Judas, the disciple who betrayed Jesus, was the 13th to sit at the table. However, the Bible says nothing about the order in which the Apostles sat. and the number 13 isn’t uniformly bad in Christian tradition.
After reading other information on the number 13 there really isn’t any substantial evidence that it’s unlucky in any way.
And while I won’t mind writing it on my checks each month, I probably still won’t stay on the 13th floor of a hotel or ride in the 13th row of an airplane.
Because a girl can never be too careful.
I'm Brook {without the
"e"} a spunky faux redhead who resides in Hawkeye country among the
sweet fields of corn. I met my true love on the internet, and we spend our days
playing superheroes with our two boys. I also work full-time as a marketing
consultant, compete in triathlons and write my heart out on my blog Redhead Reverie. In short, I never
sugar coat it and I never act like I'm perfect, because truthfully wouldn't
that be BORING.
Thank you Stephanie from A Grande Life for organizing this awesome swap and thank you Brook for sharing your post with me.
If you'd like to check out my contribution, visit Brook's blog Redhead Reverie. Have a great day!
