A few hours after I write this, I’ll be getting ready for the beginning of Yom Kippur. My family will gather for a meal early this evening and then we’ll fast until one hour past sundown Thursday. The day should be spent without food, we’re told, so we may focus more on our spiritual side and reflect on the past year and make plans to do better if another year in the “Book of Life” is granted to us.
Most of the people I know are suffering now. A friend is coming up on the one-year anniversary of his wife’s passing, three others find themselves unemployed, another is adjusting to life after her marriage failed. A sister mourns her last sibling’s passing, a mother tells me she still grieves for a child that died decades ago. Homes are being lost, school children are hungrier and less focused as they move from one temporary house to another. Customers pay later or not at all in businesses that still have to make payroll and pay benefits, and lines of credit are gone, leading good companies to fail though their products or services are successful.
I wake up each morning thinking “this will be a better day than yesterday” and strive to make it so in my tiny portion of this great big world. More often than not, I fail, as I try to take on the cares and woes of a great many of my clients (and their friends, relatives, and acquaintances) while having shoulders fairly battered and burdened by my own economic distress. I sometimes succeed, however, and that keeps me going for another day. While I am sure you have your stories to share and burdens to bear, please know that while I am truly up to my eyeballs in the twists, turns, tragedies, and traumas of my own life and those around me, I believe we are all in this together, and I am pulling for your happiness.
Happy New Year. If you observe, have an easy fast.