I don't know why I've taken the time to fill this out, but I did. Maybe it's that I'm feeling festive or because I'm bored at work (shh...don't tell my boss), but regardless, here it is. (I tried my best to hold back the snark, but there might be a few exceptions...) Frost -- if you could give some advice to your younger self, what would you say? Don't give up. Your pain will make you stronger. I promise: it's worth it. All of it. Maple -- Is there a hobby/skill that you’ve always wanted ...
Musings
Returning from Neverland
In my most recent post, I stumbled upon something, a nugget (to me) amongst my musings. It was one of those, “Aha!” moments when my racing mind suddenly epiphanized in a bright burst of light and clarity. To quote a poet (inside joke), I wrote, “Why else become an adult but to find my place in this vast world?” It was this sudden thought which brought with it a symphony of colours brilliantly exploding in my mind’s eye as I watched all these dots simultaneously connect. It was like watching ...
Breathing Again
As the silence continues to wash over me, the rush of the High Holy Day season quieting, I find so much has happened in my life in just this first month of the new year. Usually, I'm one who doesn't just merely shy away from change. I flee. Kick. Scream. Beg. Plead. Fight. I try everything in my power to not allow change. Of course, I've already written about this. Why be so repetitive? Perhaps because I continue to amaze myself. Now, before you pass judgement on me for being ...
Stars
With the Jewish holiday season nearing its end, I'm dreading the return to the arbitrary reality of monotony awaiting me. The reality of life becoming again a incessant cycle of sleep and work, sleep and work, sleep and work. Sometimes I feel trapped in the wheel of Time, a slave to his whims. However, if there's one thing the holidays teach us, remind us it's that reality is more than the supposed drudgery of daily life, that Time himself is not in control. Reality, life, ...
A Season to Enjoy
Well, I survived. I deserve a t-shirt. Unfortunately, my mind is still a little ferblungered, and thus my musings are not quite so on par. Though, in all actuality, I should not jest too much. I could be verging on sacrilegious, something I’m still not overtly comfortable with. Regardless, I enjoyed myself. I feel refreshed after pouring my soul out like water before Hashem, as the prophet Jeremiah once lamented. And now, it’s time to feast! Seriously, though, besides Chanukkah (yes, ...
