When we moved to the Republic of Korea in January, 1983, we were jolted into a new culture. They love babies and old people. They love the #13 and red doors, and garlic, and fermented cabbage (kimchi). They love red-haired, blue-eyed babies, which we brought them, not knowing the doors our daughter would open for us. And no Asian hotel in which we stayed had a fourth floor. They all had a 13th floor, but no 4th floor.

Because of that, and that we stayed on the 13th floor of the Lotte Hotel, I no longer think of Friday the 13th as a cursed day. And indeed, today was not.

I received all my paperwork for my current transaction, before I asked for it.

My deep purple Gladiolas are blooming about 3 weeks ahead of schedule, and add a Prince, velvety vibe to the garden.

I received my new jersey & bibs & dress today, that I ordered in April.

Our Lagusta’s Luscious organic,vegan, environmentally responsible chocolates arrived today (truffles! cannot wait to try them).

I went to Best Buy for a new MacBook Air sleeve and found a cute Kate Spade pink and orange one (that coordinates with my Kate Spade sunglass case and my Coach tote). I got $30 off because it was on the wrong shelf. And my inner OCP is singing.

We enjoyed a fun wine-tasting and reunion with friends and clients.

We celebrated with our regular Friday night cycling and wine friends and planned a hilly training ride on Sunday (to prep for our hilly bike ride in Virginia later).

So I’m here to tell you, people, if you don’t buy into the myth, your Friday the 13th is a regular, if not stellar, day. Walk under every ladder in your way. Pet all those black cats. And never mind about those myths you’ve been told — they’re just someone else’s stories. What’s your story?