Bitch, moan, moan, bitch. I complain way too much about how busy I am; it’s become a reflex, and I tire of the sound of myself. Too much to do, too much to do. I think I can’t. I think I can’t. Enough already! I don't have time for it. Whereso and thereupon, my Rosh Hashanah resolution is to stop complaining about how busy I am.
Because really, there is enough time to do everything, or at least everything that matters.
The problem is that there's no time to do nothing.
Fine, it's not much of a resolution, I grant that. Probably fits in a tweet. In fact I’ll post it on Twitter (@lectoronto), if I have time.
Okay, stopping….now.
Shana tova v’ metukah to all. A happy and sweet new year.
Postscript: the other day I emailed my regrets to say that I would miss a meeting at work on Monday due to Rosh Ha’Shana. A non-Jewish colleague wrote back to say ‘Shana Tova’. That's a response I never got at work in England. There is much to be said for Canadian multiculturalism.
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