2002-09-06 - 9:17 p.m.
L’SHANA TOVA
It’s the beginning of a new year again—at least for me. With the secular new year and the Jewish new year, I get to start over twice. At least I think that when I am being optimistic. When I’m being the pessimistic me, I’m more likely to say, “Oh, good. I can blow my resolutions twice.”
Today, though, as the New Year begins, I’m feeling optimistic. I’m not entirely sure why. I pinched the palm of my hand badly while making a holiday dinner and I almost took the tablecloth off the table while the dishes were still on it (accidentally—by getting caught in the tablecloth.) Normally, those events would be enough for me to wonder if a bad start to the year wasn’t a harbinger. But tonight, I’m in an “oh, well” mindset. No one actually complained about dinner and that good omen trumps anything else. (Not that I’m superstitious or anything.)
All of which goes to prove that it is not events that control our mood no matter how much it seems the other way round sometimes. I need evenings when I feel like this to remind me that what events do to me depends, in many instances, on how I look at them. Tonight I feel hopeful and expansive and warm. Even Day-Hay’s attempts at getting out of going to services tomorrow didn’t faze me much.
It’s a new year. It’s a new start but based in the old. Maybe this year will be good. Maybe it won’t. But it’s here no matter what I think or do or say and, strangely, I find that comforting tonight. The year will have surprises. Every year does. But I’m with the people I care about and tonight is fine.
L’Shana Tova, all. (To a good year!)
LAST YEAR: Becoming My Mom
LAST FIVE ENTRIES:
Crisp
Residual New Yorker
Interfering With Education
The Discipline of Cleaning Ladies
Never Mind
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