It’s my wedding anniversary today—16 years. That’s right, I chose to get married on the 13th, throwing superstition and caution to the wind. If that’s not enough, every so often our anniversary falls on Friday the 13th!
I suppose this tells people a lot about my character. Though appearance might suggest otherwise, I am not conventional. Caution has to come to me late, thanks to the laws of nature and physics requiring more prudent thought before action, for my own wellbeing. But that’s new for me.
I don’t conform. I like to be the odd duck, the square peg, the devil’s advocate. “But what if . . . ” is probably one of my favorite things to say. I like to challenge people and I like to be challenged. When I told my father I was going to be a writer (at age 22 with a husband and two small children in tow) his comment to me was, “You can’t even spell, how are you going to be a writer?”
I flirt with tempting fate. My father was right. My spelling prowess is mediocre at best. I seem to get tangled up in double consonants all the time. If I double them, chances are it’s wrong. When I don’t, that’s wrong too. Lately I’m having trouble with vowels—I had to look up consonant. My sister and I both begrudge menopause for eating away at our language skills, but that’s another story.
Anyway, hoping for a career in which spelling skill is essential (remember, this was before spell check) doesn’t seem like the best bet, but my father’s comment was the challenge I needed to succeed. He probably knew that. I don’t think there was any single person more proud of my success. I only wish I’d finished my novel before he died, especially since he inspired so much of the characterization of Pops.
Perhaps choosing a day for my wedding that many people attach to bad luck was just another challenge to me.
Perhaps it appeals to my shadow side, which is very much out there, alive and thriving.
Perhaps I just wanted to be sure my husband would never forget our anniversary.
Halloween was another consideration, with a masquerade ball for the reception. But I’m a (recovering) Catholic girl who made her first communion on that date, and then years later took her first lover on the same date. October 31 seemed like it had enough going on already.
So, today, I’ll celebrate my anniversary with dinner and drinks at a very nice restaurant, and then come home in time for a little midnight nosh with Hekate.
Yup, that’s normal for me.
April 13th, 2018 at 12:57 pm
I married my first husband on Halloween. Before I knew better. We did not divorce on Halloween. Lol. I did not remarry on a specific day either. I tried though. Valentines. Glad that didn’t pan out now too. So I ended up the 16 of Feb. I’m good with that. It’s ours. I love the number 13 though. I wish I would have thought of that. I could have actually made friday the 13th work for me.
April 13th, 2018 at 8:28 pm
Happy anniversary, Judith! I love the reputation of Friday 13th and I like how you explore shadow sides here. I know of someone who delayed the funeral of one of her daughters by a few days so she could be buried on Friday 13th, knowing that the daughter would have gotten a real kick out of that.