A time existed – it seems many years ago – where a laptop and desktop took up space in this office. The office featured a different configuration; there was my desk and the desk setup my son left behind when he moved out. At some point, the desktop no longer served any purpose. I even lent indefinitely the flatscreen to a close friend.
I know it's Saturday but yesterday at the end of the work day I Zoomed into the Gotham Happy Hour. I should join in more often but work for me these days takes up a lot of head space and time.
I believe it is more than the survival instinct or rationalization that causes me to seek out and see silver linings in this depressing time of horrible pandemic. Do you see any silver linings?I see many.
For years I have wanted to attend a service given by our friend who is a cantor at a large congregation outside of Detroit. The obvious hurdle was that the congregation was outside of Detroit and we live in New York.
If our identity is defined by what we do, then we can become anything we “do” consistently. It dawned on me that transformation can occur simply by, becoming. Should you train for a marathon and run in the marathon, you are a marathoner. If you remove meat products from your diet, you become a vegetarian. Commitment to becoming is within our control. Do you like to get up early? You’re an “Early Riser” Do you like to stay up late? You might be called a “Night Owl”. The opportunity in the restrictions imposed by the pandemic, provided a platform to become more than we thought possible.
In front of the television with the rabbi and cantor streaming live. I think I really liked this year’s services.
I was rushing to get out of the house last week and I noticed I had not made my bed. I was already late and thought about leaving the bed unmade. But I quickly thought how I would feel later that evening getting into an unmade bed. So, I quickly made the bed.
(Editor’s note: This blog got superseded by “Ruth” last week in recognition of the passing of the true Wonderwoman)