It is Purim 2008 and we just returned from shul. My head is pounding. It was loud. It was raucous. It was fun…until the kids melted down. We’re talking nuclear meltdown. Unusually loud and exceptionally long. Ok, it really wasn’t that long, but when you are tired time has a way of dragging its lazy butt around.
Purim is an exceptional holiday. It is one of my favorites which is why I always write something about it:
As I look back at these posts I cannot be help but be struck by how many changes have taken place in my life. In a short period of time the world I knew changed…dramatically.
I can’t really say that I am surprised by any of it. Life doesn’t stop moving. You can’t stop time. You can’t go back. All you can do is move forward. But there is something very exciting about that. It is the tingle I get when I remember that life is what we make of it. Esther and Mordecai could have sat back and let things take their course. They could have watched, but they didn’t.
If I look forward I see the opportunity to do more than grab the brass ring. I can get the silver man. It just takes a little patience and the ability to remember that the world is not black and white.
Life can be fulfilling or it can be incredibly dull and distasteful. It is what you make of it. Purim is another reminder of that.
Enough of the Tony Robbins material. I don’t know about you, but I got suckered into taking the the kids to two Purim carnivals last weekend. They of course won more goldfish. And as expected the damn fish died today.
What a lovely prize. Not quite as good as the ceramic dogs they used to give away on Wheel of Fortune, but close.
Hope that you all had a great Purim.