This morning I woke up early, walked downstairs to feed the aging pug, and made a pot of coffee. I was giddy, giddy to be alive and feel the sun shining into the house. Another day, another day to change.
I know what's happening outside this house. I will read about it shortly. But first, the inside work.
Right now I have my mother's rooster salt and pepper shakers to take out of the china cabinet. The stamp on the bottom says 1960. They were crammed behind a stack of books on a bookshelf until this month, when I cleaned off that bookshelf during a 27-day decluttering process. So I plucked them from the crowds to a place of honor, little fire roosters for a fire rooster year.
According to this story, “The Fire Rooster year can be a wonderful year when you solve inner conflicts and complex problems in your life. But watch out. If there is something you’ve been ignoring for a while, then the Fire Rooster year might give you a wake-up call."
Life always, always gives wake up calls. And if you don't listen, another, louder, and another still, even louder. Then it will send a screaming rooster right next to your ear. You still might not listen. But one day you might, and then great change can happen. (Hello nation, hello world. We are all waking up.)
I spent the first 39 years of my life being all "I got this!" I most decidedly did not have this. Now when I wake up, I pray to see what will be revealed this day. I put the fire roosters on my mantle, and feed the dog and drink my coffee and am truly thankful for another chance. Then, into the world I go, praying that I will just do the next right thing. That my eyes will be fully opened.
Every day, a new beginning, another chance to get closer to who I'm supposed to be. You too. Wear some red and gold today. Write down your wishes. Take out the things you've been hiding.