Today is Rosh Hashanah, when we celebrate the coming of a fresh new year. I do love a fresh start. Unfortunately it slipped my mind and as per usual I missed the boat on ordering festive circular confettied challah, but we'll have apples and honey and whatever Rosh Hashanah-esque-ness we can dig up at the open non-Jewish stores.
January is the new year of business and commerce, but Rosh Hashanah is a new year for the soul. It hasn't been the best year, but it hasn't been the worst either. It's a favorable beginning to work from.
It�s just like in college when they gave you an assignment with a mediocre prompt, but you didn�t want to settle for ordinary so you got creative and went all out and produced the most off-the-charts essay/project/presentation ever witnessed, improving upon the prompt you were given which seemed limiting before your magic hands reinvented it.
In a few days I'll be 28. So age 28 is my assignment this year. There are no guidelines for this assignment, save that I shall remain 28 at all times. For this year�s assignment, I will become my own unique concept of an ideal 28 year old, which most likely differs from other people�s concepts of age norms and such. When in doubt, I will ask my inner awesome 28 year old what she would do.
I think to be a good 28 year old I must not trade my fun creative spark for the sake of comfortable mediocrity. That�s not what being fabulous is about at any age. The goal is to be contemplative and wise, yes, but to never stray from the inner child that makes us colorful and open to infinite learning.
11:47 a.m. - 2008-09-29