I woke up this morning thinking about something rather curious… 🧐
Why do people say Friday the 13th is unlucky?
It turns out the story is a bit like a patchwork quilt stitched together over centuries. 🧙
The number 12 has always felt like a “complete” number in the world.
12 months in a year.
12 zodiac signs.
12 hours on a clock face.
So when 13 appears… it’s like a little ripple in calm water. One step beyond what feels neat and orderly.
There are old stories about it too.📚
In Norse mythology, a mischievous guest named Loki arrived as the 13th guest at a banquet… and things went rather badly wrong after that. 🥷
And in the Last Supper, there were 13 people around the table, with Judas the betrayer often considered the thirteenth.
Even the day Friday had a gloomy reputation long before the number joined it.
In medieval times it was often the day of executions, and in Christian tradition it’s the day Jesus was crucified.
Then history added another shadow…
On Friday the 13th of October, 1307, the Knights Templar were suddenly arrested across France. Many were imprisoned or worse.
So over time these little threads wove together until Friday the 13th became the spooky date we know today. 👻
But personally… I rather like it.
It feels like the sort of day that invites a little curiosity.
A good day to slow down, notice the small things, maybe make a cup of tea, open a sketchbook… and see what stories the day might hold. ✏️
So I’m curious…
Do you see Friday the 13th as unlucky…
or just another beautifully ordinary day waiting to surprise us? 🌿