Isn’t it said that what we do on the first day of the year is an indication of what we will be doing all year? Isn’t there another one that declares that our income for the year to come is directly commensurate with the amount of black-eyed peas we eat on New Year’s Day? If either of those sayings are true then boy am I ever in big trouble!
Since I am the main cook in the house I am generally preparing a big lunch for the family while the Rose Parade floats are being admired and bands are marching, so this year with everyone out of the house I slept past my normal time, made a cup of coffee for myself while watching the end of a Hallmark Channel Christmas movie, stretched, walked around the house barefoot until I realized my feet were cold, made another cup of coffee and channel surfed to see if there was anything cheerful on beside Kelly Ripa and Michael Strahan (that was a little more cheerful than I cared to view this morning) and by that time my coffee was getting cold, I do NOT drink lukewarm coffee, went to the microwave and nuked it for thirty-seconds, back to my chair where I saw that one of my favorites, Pride and Prejudice, was playing and watched it. When that was over I felt hungry so I scrambled two eggs and sat down to enjoy them when my phone rang, a “friend” insisting that I was depressed but didn’t realize it was trying to, in her words, “force” me to go do something with her to get me out of the house! I explained that I had always wanted to watch the Rose Parade uninterrupted and then when I finally hung up my eggs were ice-cold! You know what came next, back to the micro to heat my eggs which by now were more like rubber than the soft eggs I had plated thirty plus minutes ago! Lunch was tuna on shredded lettuce with about half a Vidalia onion cut up on it and my favorite sugar-free bread-and-butter pickles. Since then I did some necessary paper work, took a nap and now I am talking to you, as if any of this is interesting enough for you to read! However,
In the spirit of shedding my skin and starting again I felt I must get to the very bottom of myself so that I could look up from that lowest vantage point and see where I needed to go! I already have a construction canister sitting out under my porch so that I can take arm loads of everything and just dump it over the side! The only way to start over is to clean out and that goes for the physical as well as the spiritual man who I talked about yesterday and I am going to do my best at getting the old skin off so I can stretch myself and grow. This old war-horse is hearing the bell ringing signaling that it is time to fight and it is giving me the need to shake out my mane then run and get back in the battle, I am just waiting to see which battle I want to fight in before I go running with no direction. When my nose gets set in that right direction I will put blinders on so that I don’t get diverted and just go-for-it!
Isaiah 43: 18-19 “Forget about what’s happened; don’t keep going over old history. Be alert, be present. I’m about to do something brand-new. It’s bursting out! Don’t you see it? There it is! I’m making a road through the desert, rivers in the badlands”.
So here I am at the end of the first day of the New Year, and if the old traditions are true then I will not have any money and I will spend the coming year in my long, white flannel night-shirt, however I don’t see it that way, I think I have, with the help of the Lord, begun a new thing and I am looking forward to a new fight! BAM! So for the last time this year I will say Happy New Year 2015, now get out there and do some shedding and fighting for you!
PS this time last year I had shaved my head and was in the middle of bleaching out what was left, at least this year I have hair! 🙂