Last year, it took what seemed like eons to teach my fiance the proper greeting for the first of the Jewish holidays.
My beloved proved to be a much quicker study than yours truly.
The days leading up to the end of one year and the beginning of a new one have reminded me of a reality that I have been slow to learn:
One cannot control some circumstances, but one can always control one's reaction to them.
I cannot control whether yet another cancer spot shows up on my innocent, tough, little pug. And I cannot control whether friends (even "life-long" ones) and family hold up their end of the bargain.
But, I can control whether I reach for a glass (let's be honest, a bottle) of vino and scrounge up whatever forbidden foods have had the gaul to remain in this house.
As I sit awake at 4am and ignore the calls of the cake in my freezer, I have managed to hone in on my (not-so-poetic) hope for the New Year:
May the New Year bring us all the grace to react in ways that are reflective of our best self.
Shanah Tovah!
My beloved proved to be a much quicker study than yours truly.
The days leading up to the end of one year and the beginning of a new one have reminded me of a reality that I have been slow to learn:
One cannot control some circumstances, but one can always control one's reaction to them.
I cannot control whether yet another cancer spot shows up on my innocent, tough, little pug. And I cannot control whether friends (even "life-long" ones) and family hold up their end of the bargain.
But, I can control whether I reach for a glass (let's be honest, a bottle) of vino and scrounge up whatever forbidden foods have had the gaul to remain in this house.
As I sit awake at 4am and ignore the calls of the cake in my freezer, I have managed to hone in on my (not-so-poetic) hope for the New Year:
May the New Year bring us all the grace to react in ways that are reflective of our best self.
Shanah Tovah!
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