The first few days of each New Year, I always look for “signs” about my upcoming year. I can’t help myself. Everyone is talking about resolutions and renewed commitments. I tend to wait for a message that will set the tone for my year, something to hold in my tight little fist. Some magic words that I can latch my hopes to for the year.
This past Sunday, while my family and I were ringing in the New Year at Bo Ling’s and I was acting on a renewed commitment to MY Sunday ritual of Chinese dim sum with my daughter, I was thrilled to be given my annual copy of the official Bo Ling’s wall calendar. This isn’t your typical insurance agent calendar giveaway you see; it has the Chinese zodiac predictions for the year.
I ran right home and flipped to the fortunes for my birth year and immediately bust into laughter and said to myself, “See what you get for trying to dick-around with the future?…serves you right. How many times do you have to be told to ‘live in the moment’, Casey? Really, how many fucking times?”
- I vow to not search for signs.
- I vow to not be cursed by predictions.
- I vow to eat the dumplings and leave the fortune cookies on the table.
These are my resolutions for 2011.
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