Happy New Year, Peeps!

I couldn’t resist this picture I found on the interwebs today of Lakshmi, the Hindu goddess of wealth and prosperity — both in the material and spiritual realms.

See. In addition to many past lives of the French kind, I’m pretty sure I spent a fair amount of time in India {and Africa — the one other continent that calls to me}.

I love what Lakshmi represents, as well as the other Hindu Gods and Goddesses. Hinduism. Totally into it. I actually just scored a great find at one of my fave thrift stores — an explanation of the Bhagavad Gita, which is basically the Hindu Bible. So cool.

I’m on a big kick right now for learning and reading as much as I can about all the religions. There’s always something I take from each of them and more similarities than differences. I am beginning to understand, all roads really do lead to Mecca.

It is all interconnected.

But back to 2013. I adore the start of a new year, a new beginning. It feels fresh and clean and well … new. That all is possible.

I usually like to take today to reflect, give pause. Meditate. I’ve done none of that. Unless a nap counts in the form of meditation, which I typically try to claim.

I started off my day discovering my clothes had been pissed all over by The BF’s roomate’s cat.

People. If there is one thing I cannot stand, it has to be the smell of cat urine. On my things. To have an entire arsenal of clothing covered in cat piss. OMFG. I wanted to die. Especially because I didn’t realize it at first, and my poor Lulu. Oh, the Lulu!

I was completely grossed out and couldn’t help but think, “happy fucking new year to me.” What a way to kick it off.

I’m laughing about it now, but trust me — I wasn’t then. Nor during any of the five loads of laundry and all the apple cider vinegar clothes soaking I had to do.

Having to deal with washing cat piss out of clothes seems such a miniscule annoyance when I thought about all of our other People around the world and what they are dealing with. So yes, I’ll gladly take cat pee any day.

Honestly, it feels like most of today, I’ve spent at odds with myself. Struggling with feelings of sadness {for no particularly good reason} and trying to prepare myself for daily life in general. Which is strange I feel a need to have to prepare for that, but I do.

Still. There is a hopefulness underlining things. A promise I feel of so much good, so much wonderful to come this year.

That’s what I’m going for, and I hope you are, too. All of us. Then we’ll be in it together and it won’t be so scary.

The goodness and the love. Those are my two main things for 2013. There’s so much more that falls under them, but really, it can be broken down to those two, with multiple sub-categories to follow.

I wish us all many many good fortunes. Thanks for being with me on this journey, People. I have a feeling we’re going to have one hell of a 2013.