Insanity is Hereditary

...you get it from your children. That bumper-sticker wisdom proves true, sort of.

My first post:

Well, I did it.  Four years on the proverbial couch and I'm finally done.  There were several other times (usually fixed on some arbitrary date like the end of the year or my birthday) that I had set up times to terminate, but when it came right down to it, I couldn't.  But after four years, it seemed like it was time to graduate. 

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Happy New Year

So it's 5769. We spent a good part of today and yesterday in temple. But it's not as bad as all that. For one thing, it was cold and nasty out, so I didn't have that sinking feeling of missing a beautiful fall day. Second, I got to sing on the bimah, always fun. Third, we went to an open house at my friend Allison's, where we schmoozed and noshed the afternoon away.

The High Holidays have been a kind of crazy time for me the last few years. Not crazy as in busy, crazy as in somewhat short of sane. The synagogue has been like a family to me -- a big, dysfunctional family. You love them, but boy, they can really mess with your head. 

This year, though, much better. The people there who had injured me in the past didn't get to me. Much. And I'm not what anyone calls a True Believer, but I do try to get some praying in. The sermon today was about how to "Make your life a blessing." According to our rabbi, I'm doing pretty much the right things. But somehow, it feels like I should be doing more.
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