I can’t believe it’s the first Thursday of February. What the hell happened to January? It’s frightening how fast time goes, isn’t it?
When I realized yesterday that it was February 1, it sent a bit of panic through me. I’m already behind on my writing goals! And, damn it, it’s already my turn again to blog!
Okay, calm down. Breathe. Too many things happened in January and you were distracted, that’s all.
Indeed, I was distracted. A dictator took the office of President of the United States, there were rallies to attend, and news to spread. While the resistance must continue, I have to get back into some kind of normalcy. I have stories to finish writing and new ones to start, and the Muse waits for no one.
I mentioned in a Facebook post, as did many other people, that 2016 was a crappy year. My friend at work told me something that I found intriguing (it sounds like I’m digressing here, but I’m not, so bear with me a second). Last year, it was the year of the monkey on the Chinese calendar. I was born in a monkey year, and my friend said that whatever animal year you were born in, when it’s that year on the calendar, it will be a difficult year for you. Buddhists believe in going to temple at the beginning of a personally conflicting year to pray for luck.
I guess I should have gone to temple in January of last year because the year of the monkey was definitely difficult for this monkey. 2016 sucked. But it’s now 2017 and it’s the year of the rooster. Yes, 2017 sucks already for many, many reasons (and in some ways it feels like 1960), but I’m hoping that for me, on a personal level, things will be different. I’m hoping to be more successful in achieving my goals.
I don’t know if there’s any truth to that ancient Chinse wisdom that my friend shared, but I’m willing to believe it, if for no other reason than to have some hope.