Day 8: Of Oats and Horses

Gung hey fat choi!

My mom was a preschool teacher when we were little and she would always prepare red penny packets and fortune cookies for her students on Chinese New Year. They made me feel lucky.

I love fresh starts. Sometimes I will start my day out with a hearty helping of self-pity and then think I have to keep dragging my feet all day because I already ate the oatmeal of despair. There is nooooo going back, my heavy feet say. You have to wait until tomorrow to feel better. Until then, let’s eat cookies and waaaallllllooooooooww. Have you seen the Nutri-grain commercial on this wise: one right choice leads to another, they say, so start your day off right with Nutri-grain?

I love you Nutri-grain, and you’ve got a point, but I gotta say, sometimes your day begins with the disparaging oats and then instantly brightens after a quick hello from your quirky Irish neighbor, or a walk out in the misty world, or just hearing about consoling emails, or learning about a local ape that predicts the Super Bowl!

Suddenly all those little points of light seem to poke brilliant holes in your overcast morning and renew your faith that today can be miraculous.

Gung hey fat choi!