The Jewish new year, Rosh Hashanah, was over a month ago. We are now well into the Jewish year 5769, but I was a little busy on the actual day itself (as well as Yom Kippur, Sukkot, Simchat Torah, and all the other holidays that have happened in the last month), so I’ve decided to observe it today. Happy Rosh Hashanah (Obsvd)!
The two traditions my mom taught me to practice for Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur are Tashlich and Fall cleaning. Tashlich is sort of a mix between confession and Pooh Sticks. It’s an amazing way of acknowledging your faults and mistakes and then moving on after they float away. The metaphor is beautiful and my mom and I usually leave the river laughing through tears, talking about how we each threw in a huge piece for my brother but an even bigger piece for the entire carton of ice cream we shared the night before.
I didn’t make time for Tashlich this year, but I took care of the Fall cleaning today. It’s sort of like Tashlich for the apartment/car/office. My mom usually tries to clean out her closet as well, but that’s a huge undertaking. Today at work, I cleaned my entire cubicle and updated all of my files. I filed away all of the paperwork from my big event last month and emptied my recycling bin. Tonight, Brian and I cleaned our respective bathrooms, he cleaned the kitchen (he’s the best), and I cleaned my room. I also did the winter/summer clothing switch. And although I only dealt with a small piece of my life and the clutter that surrounds me, I feel much better.
I’m hopeful that tomorrow will bring more change and begin the long road to cleaning up the White House. If I do Tashlich this weekend like I plan to, I’ll throw in a whole loaf for George W.