Project Me

How was your Friday the 13th?
Mine was a far from a Freddie Kruger nightmare than I ever could have imagined.

Okay the fact that my back has given up on me is a nightmare but then again it’s forcing me to go back to gym because it feels so good when I stretch after a nice run. Commitment … I just need a little more consistency and commitment and my if I don’t do it with consciousness then my body gives me the finger … clearly.

On my way to gym I thought about what the hell Friday the 13th even means and what the superstitions are around it. I was convinced that Jewish peeps thought it was lucky … or is that just my mom?
Then my mind totally got distracted about the other superstitions that I used to believe as a child and the ones that some people around me still believe. Greggie’s mom has some rocking ones and I hope he drops a comment to share one or two.

I remember my mom turning pale if we opened and umbrella in the house, put shoes on the bed, broke a mirror or had our heads facing the door … or was it the wall? I had another friend who’s mother would never have only red and white flowers and would make someone dash off to the garden and pick a coloured flower to shove in the vase.

Now it’s your turn … what superstitions do you have to share with me?

And while you are at it, tell me what all the fuss is with Friday the 13th!!