This year, the ten-day period between Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur has afforded me an ability to reflect as no other time has, ever. It is interesting to view one’s life in flux, to be in a constant state of self-assessment, reassessment, to keep changing one’s mind and grabbing one’s thoughts by the horns and turning, hard.
I’m not home, yet. But tonight marks the start of the holiest day of the year — for all Jews, and most particularly for me — when I hope to sit quietly for twenty six hours and settle, just as the dust shall one day soon.
Meanwhile, and afterwards, I’m coming to the drawing board on a whole host of choices, gaps, breaks, changes. Reading warning messages like this one (with fear, and excitement, and freedom):
This flight leaves on Friday and arrives on Sunday.
…and doing my best to embrace all three and embark on adventures I know I cannot regret, doing my best to calm my anxieties, which, these days, are everywhere.
But for the next day, I reclaim my focus. I will conjure and hold forgiveness in my palm and examine it from all angles, and as the sun sets tomorrow evening, I hope it remains in my hand.
To all those who participate, have an easy, but meaningful, fast; join me in greeting a new year full of hope, opportunity, and resets. Join me in my commitment to fight on the right side, and to claim what can and should be ours. Join me in the constant quest to be better. G’mar chatima tova.