Why I’m So Obsessed With Auspicious Days (And how that obsession somehow became a calendar.)

I waited five days to put a nail in my own wall.

Five.

Whole.

Days.

Not because I’m lazy.

Not because I forgot.

But because the day I wanted to hang my new treasures from New Zealand wasn’t auspicious.

And if there’s one thing I’ve learned — painfully, expensively, hilariously — it’s this:

Moving in the wrong direction on the wrong day can cause a tornado in places you didn’t even know had air.

People ask me,

“Do you have a trouble-free life?

Is everything perfect because you follow these auspicious days?”

Hell. No.

If anything, I’ve lived enough chaos for three lifetimes.

Some of it tiny — like choosing the wrong airline seat and ending up trapped next to the Passenger From Hell on a 10-hour flight.

And some of it huge — losing jobs, losing direction, losing things I never thought I’d lose… all because I was moving in the wrong direction on the wrong day.

So no, auspicious days don’t erase trouble.

But they minimize unnecessary chaos, and at this point in my life, that is pure gold.

 

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The New Zealand Treasures That Had To Wait

 

When I went to New Zealand a few weeks ago for my nephew’s high school graduation, I wandered into an antique shop — not the fancy kind, not the “don’t touch anything” kind — but the perfect kind for me:

slightly shabby, slightly charming, full of things that once lived a whole life before me.

That’s where I found the old New Zealand scale.

It was cheap.

It was a little crooked.

It was exactly my kitchen.

I also found a few other small treasures, all wrapped in old newspaper, each one humming with a little history.

I brought them back to Colorado.

I put them on the dining table.

And then… I waited.

Five days.

Because it wasn’t an auspicious day yet.

Sure, I had the temptation — the very human, very impatient desire — to hammer the nail into the wall right now and hang everything immediately.

But I didn’t.

I waited.

And when the lucky day finally came — when the direction was correct, when the energy was good — I hung them one by one.

It felt right.

It felt peaceful.

It felt like I was taking care of myself in a way I didn’t know I needed.

 

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So… Why a Calendar?

 

Because I’m not the only one navigating life with one foot in the real world and the other foot in the “please, just let this day be smooth” world.

Because this little system saved me from so many unnecessary disasters.

Because I wanted to share something that might help someone else minimize even 10% of their chaos.

And because LALATOWN — the town I built from kindness and survival — deserved its own rhythm.

Its own lucky days.

Its own patterns.

So here we are:

The LALATOWN Auspicious Day Calendar.

Born from a lifetime of chaos, mistakes, intuition, and wisdom I never knew I was collecting.

Will it make your life perfect?

No.

Will it help you avoid the wrong seat on the wrong flight next time?

Maybe.

Will it give you one extra moment of peace when you need it most?

I hope so.

 

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Shall we continue the story next time?

 

Because this is only chapter one.

There’s more — about movement, directions, energy, intuition, and why I still sometimes ignore it all and regret it immediately.

But for now, here are the photos from that day —

the New Zealand treasures that patiently waited for the right moment to live on my wall.