Up the street from me is a delightful little house with a charming yard that includes a stone bench and a metal rooster. The rooster is whimsical in his appearance, brightly colored the way a rooster is supposed to be, and a little comical.
Over the past three months, I’ve been clearing my home of things I no longer need, and things I no longer want enough at a soul-pleasing level to warrant hanging on to them. One of the items slated for our local swap shop was a metallic rooster that someone had given me several years ago. I liked it, but didn’t love it, and after addressing the idea that I “should” find a place for it, I realized it didn’t belong in my home any more.
Then inspiration struck. I decided my rooster might go live with the rooster in the yard up the street. If my neighbor didn’t like him, I figured that the rooster would end up in the swap shop anyway. That night, when I was out walking my dog, I carefully positioned my rooster next to my neighbor’s rooster, and left it as a surprise¬ – no note, just the rooster.
The two roosters looked like long lost buddies about to settle down to a gabfest or a long game of chess. They looked like they were together on purpose.
A week later, when I was again walking my dog, I saw my neighbor sitting outside, enjoying the warm evening. I told her I liked her new rooster. “Oh, thank you!” she smiled. “I love him!”
What could I say except for, “I’m so glad. He deserved to be with you and your rooster.”
I admitted to my clandestine introduction of the two roosters. We both laughed and it was a sweet, neighborly moment.
Why am I sharing this story with you? I’m paying more attention these days to what it means to be in my integrity, aligned with what’s true for me in the moment. Sometimes it’s about letting go of material things, like knowing the rooster needed another home. Sometimes it’s about the truth in the work I’m asked to do for a prospective client. No strategies. No selling. Just my willingness to be with the reality of what is and to help from that place.
What about you? Do you have a rooster or two in your life? A once-prized possession that no longer serves or delights you in the same way? A relationship, personal or professional, that’s lived beyond its expiration date and is no longer nourishing you?
A friend once said to me that our anxiety comes from our fear of the future. What if you weren’t afraid of letting go of what you’re holding tightly? What if you could instead play with reframing, repositioning, restarting, reinventing, recycling – and, yes, even rejecting sometimes?
I’m going to see what other roosters I have to rehome…