Rosh Hashanah. Another year begins. We kept the kids home from school, and went to the children's service at our synagogue. On the way home, we stopped for donuts.
I think September may be my favorite month. The long afternoons of summer are over, we get one or two days of cooler weather that remind me soon, soon we will be able to turn off the a.c. and open the windows. And then comes Rosh Hashanah, and the promise of a sweet new year.
The kids are settling in to their new school. I have moments of peace, but am still questioning what is the right thing for them. The whole school-decision-process has been an interesting one for me. I thought I was better at determining what I think, and what I want. Instead I flounder, going back and forth between options. Choosing one, reconsidering, choosing another. Crazy-making, and exhausting.
I was emailing with a friend of mine last week and she wrote: "I have the opposite reaction to stressful decisions. I make it and then I rationalize how I made the right choice and I typically don't look back." I was longing for that last week.
Now that the kids are back at school I am making a to-do list of things that are easier done alone. Dentist. Hair-cut. Menil. I am adjusting to the early morning wake-ups. I spent a few hours just me and my camera the other day. Despite my best efforts, everything continues to change.