Fortunes and Omens

As part of our New Year’s celebration, we ate at a Chinese restaurant. My hubby and I got the same fortune in our fortune cookies. Matching fortunes was something I’d never seen before in all my years of indulging in Chinese cuisine. The fortune read, “Great things are made of little things.” I thought that was fitting for several reasons, not the least of which was that we were having a great night and had two very adorable “little things” contributing to the fun.

Our waiter had given us an extra cookie, so I opened it, and my second fortune was “Fear is just excitement in need of an attitude adjustment.” That was a fitting fortune, as well. In 2019, I started down a path of dealing with some of my issues, and for 2020 I hope to tackle a few more, including my anxiety. An “attitude adjustment” might be just the thing.

After dinner, we watched Wonder Woman, which we hadn’t seen yet. I liked it, but I have to say that it was a depressing movie, for the most part, and a real tear-jerker. But what hit me the hardest emotionally was when, during a war scene, Marshall said something about war. I can’t remember exactly what it was, but it was probably something like, “I hope we don’t have any more wars.” And in that moment, I realized how perfectly poised we are for war, and I hoped with all my might that his words weren’t an omen. Things are bad enough. Please, no more war.

The superstitious and imaginative parts of my brain can’t help but tie together stray words and scenes and try to stitch them together into a larger picture, so it didn’t help when New Year’s Day I saw footage of Melania Trump saying that her New Year’s resolution was “Peace on the World.” Her misunderstanding of the difference between a resolution (active) and a wish (passive), plus the incorrect preposition had a strange effect on me: a premonition of the government attempting to force “peace” on us.

And as I sit here editing this post now so that I can finally publish it, there’s news that the Pentagon has launched an air strike against Iran, killing one of their generals. Shit. This doesn’t bode well for the future.

Cookie fortunes I like. Omens not so much. I am still hoping with all my might that there will be no more war.

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