I could feel the stirrings of something new and very different yesterday. I didn’t dwell on it too much, as there hasn’t been much good news lately, and I didn’t want to scare it off.
But even though I tried to ignore it, the feeling persisted. I was beginning to feel very different. Dare I say, that I felt far more optimistic than I had in ages?
Less resignation, acceptance, and long suffering. Better was doing its best to replace all that misery.
I didn’t understand what was happening at first, or where this delightful feeling was coming from, but I hung on to that feeling like a drowning woman.
That was when, hunting for a reason, I realised that the Chinese New Year starts on Tuesday, 17th February. The long-awaited Year of the Horse.The year that promises so much, peace and prosperity, joy and happiness for us all.
You can read the post I wrote about it recently HERE…
When I investigated this again, I discovered that there are quite a few things you shouldn’t do during the first two weeks of this year.
You must not break anything. Or cry. No sweeping or scissors. No talking about death, sadness, pain or poverty.
Had something already visited me and left these instructions, for I was already avoiding doing most them!
I already feel different and far more cheerful. You could say that I feel different, for I don’t recognise the person I am slowly becoming. I am determined to stop wallowing in self-pity and begin to think and feel more positive.
Deep down, I know there isn’t much hope for me, and that I will be pushing up daisies long before I reach the end of all these waiting lists. Before you all start shouting at me, I do believe in miracles. I have had a few of those myself, so anything can happen.
If this is as good as it gets, I must enjoy what I have left. Somehow, this latest miracle arrived all by itself, but I will be eternally grateful for this timely prod in the ribs and enjoy all this lovely peace and tranquillity…
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