The Year of the Fire Horse
- Lauren Lindberg
- Jan 26
- 3 min read
TDLR: When we choose sovereignty over perfection and presence over fear, our personal liberation becomes collective.
I am taking this year by storm, and the current weather feels like confirmation.
Twenty-one degrees.
Fourteen hours without power.
Surrounded by icy winds and slippery streets, yet safe, warm, and alive in my body.
An improvement from previous years.
This past year wasn’t about becoming something new…
despite how badly I wanted to take off to new heights and soar.
It was about shedding.
And was it coincidence that this past year was the Year of the Snake in the Chinese zodiac? I don’t believe in coincidences.
We still have until February 17th for the Snake to complete its cycle.
So as the snake sheds his final layers this winter, the tail end of the year (pun very much intended), I let go of the elaborate stories I’ve carried for so long about not being enough. Those beliefs are too heavy now. Too outdated.
I can’t take them where I’m going.
Next year is the Year of the Fire Horse.
The horse keeps moving forward.
Head up.
Eyes on the horizon.
And I, my friend, am a long-time horse girl.
A fiery, phoenixy horse.
Ready to rise from the dead, from the decade, from the ash.
The wind in my hair as I gallop forward,
weightless and free
because I finally let things go.
The armor.
The patterns.
The false protections.
Change happens in the now.
Not by ignoring old patterns, but by getting curious with them. By loosening their grip on our thoughts, our words, our perspectives, and fully stepping into the present moment, where we are free to move from our hearts.
We’ve been taught that perfection is the goal.
But perfection is a fallacy.
Sovereignty is the truth.
Complete and total sovereignty.
I feel the shift clearly now. I can hear it. I can see it. This is what listening to my intuition feels like. Fear still tries to interrupt. It always has messages. Sometimes it bucks me off the horse. And still, I get back on.
This year, I intend to ride and feel and live like a Fire Horse,
wild, majestic, free, and magical.
Connected to the universe.
A steady, reliable companion.
Ready to go to war for what is right, true, alive and just.
Which brings me to war itself, as we see it everywhere.
On our screens.
In our feeds.
In our bodies.
I bring up war because we need something to fight for.
Something deeply rooted. A reason for being. A force powerful enough to alter destiny without violence.
I want to redefine war. I want it to include the feminine perspective.
Modern war, as I see it, can be led from the heart.
It considers what is best for all people.
It leads with warmth that connects us, not hatred that divides us.
This is the kind of war I believe in. One led with truth. One that restores dignity. One that changes the future by refusing to repeat the past.
That’s how I choose to wage war,
through story,
through truth,
through freeing fear
and dissolving “otherness”
until all that’s left is oneness.
Because this isn’t a solo rise.
This is collective.
The Fire Horse can lead us all from the ashes to our divine, soul-led purpose.
We just have to keep getting back on it, no matter what knocks us off.
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