This evening starts the Jewish New Year of 5772. According to traditional thought, that’s 5772 years since creation, but I prefer to think of it as 5772 years since the emergence of a Jewish consciousness. Not the beginning of time, but the beginning of the counting of Jewish time.
So, in Jewish time*, this time of year is the new year. And for many of my new years, every new year, in September/October and again in December/January, I wished this year would be the one that would finally make me thin. I often found that conversations I had with whatever concept I had of God at the time revolved around pleading for help in losing weight.
That’s not what I pray about these days. If I notice myself “wishing for thinness” — I try to pray for patience with myself. Compassion for the mental “willpower” I need to avoid falling into the trap of those thoughts. I wish for a new year filled with health, with satisfaction, with joy, with company when I’m in pain and solitude when I need it — but my weight will do what it will do as long as I stay out of the way.
I wish for you — for all human kind — freedom, peace, creativity, solace, love and deliciousness in the coming year. Heck, in all the coming years.
* Insert standard joke about “Jewish time” being somewhere between 15 minutes and an hour later than “gentile” time — a common in-joke that cultures that have a different rhythm to their rituals than a precise, clock-based sense of time, share.