Ignoring the “13” in 2013

I already had to write the date on something. I scrawled it out in cursive: January 1, 2013.

I’m not typically a superstitious person, though after knowing my friend Jenny for over 20 years, you tend to recognize and feel bad ju-ju right away. (I tell her laughingly all the time that if she put a turban on, grabbed a crystal ball, and sat at a circus booth she could probably make a small fortune). She’s got good instincts about places and people. It comes from deep inside her, and I use her gift to my advantage. After all, that’s what friends are for.

While she’s gallivanting in Florida in Disney World with her family, I’m here wondering how she feels about 2013. We have yet to talk about it. However, as I know she reads my blog, I’ll take this one and speak for the two of us: We can’t let this bad-luck number factor into our New Year’s goals and insights. It’s here, and it’s not leaving any time soon. Therefore, we have to feel our way through this year with positive thoughts and energy and focus on the good of what it could be. The fact is, many people I know are going to marry this year, have babies this year, and do all sorts of positive and rewarding things this year. I don’t see the number 2013 holding them back at all.

If you are typically one who is spooked by black cats running in front of your car, avoids walking under ladders, is afraid to move a mirror for fear of cracking it, or generally is fearful of any other nonsensical superstitions, hang on to this one thought: 2013 only has 364 days left in it.

We can get through it together.