
Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of deep cleaning. Not the rushed, surface-level kind, but the slow, intentional kind. Drawers emptied. Closets reconsidered. Repairs finally handled instead of postponed. I bought a new comforter set. Shifted furniture. Made small but meaningful changes to the way my home feels when I walk into it.
On the surface, it looks like homemaking. But underneath, it feels like something much bigger.
The closest metaphor I can find is this: it’s as if I’m downloading an updated operating system for my brain. A new version of me. One that’s more streamlined, less cluttered, and better aligned with how I actually live now—not how I lived decades ago, or how I thought I was supposed to live.
In five months, I turn 60.
That number carries weight, whether we want it to or not. It’s a cultural milestone, but it’s also a personal reckoning. Sixty isn’t about decline—it’s about integration. It’s the age where experience stops being something you collect and starts being something you embody.
What makes this moment feel especially charged is the timing. Today marks the first day of the Year of the Fire Horse, and I was born in a Fire Horse year—1966. In the Chinese zodiac, the Horse is associated with movement, freedom, independence, and raw life force. Add the Fire element, and you get intensity, passion, and transformation. Fire Horse energy is bold and uncompromising. It doesn’t tiptoe into the next chapter—it runs.
Fire Horse years are rare. They return only every 60 years.
So here I am, nearly 60, living through the same energetic signature that ushered me into the world. It feels like a full circle moment—less like starting over and more like completing a long arc. A spiral returning to its origin, but at a higher level of understanding.
That’s what the cleaning is really about.
I’m not just clearing dust. I’m clearing outdated assumptions. I’m repairing things I once ignored. I’m choosing comfort and beauty not as indulgence, but as necessity. My home is becoming a clearer reflection of who I am now—what I value, what I want to maintain, and what I’m ready to let go of.
There’s something deeply grounding about tending to your physical space when your inner landscape is shifting. It creates a dialogue between the visible and the invisible. Every repaired hinge, every refreshed corner, every intentional choice says: I’m paying attention. I’m here. I’m not rushing past this moment.
This doesn’t feel like crisis. It feels like calibration.
If life really does move in cycles, then this one feels like a completion—and an ignition at the same time. A moment to honor everything that brought me here, while clearing the runway for what comes next. The Fire Horse doesn’t look backward with regret or forward with fear. It stands firmly in its power, ready to move when the moment is right.
And maybe that’s what this season is asking of me—not to reinvent myself, but to arrive fully as myself, updated and awake, standing in a space I’ve consciously prepared.
A cycle completed. A fire still burning. 🐎🔥










