How does one reconcile the "ickiness" of working on Rosh Hashannah?
While I don't begin to have the answer, I take comfort in putting the question out there.
Amidst the typical strum and drang of marketing products and financing ventures, I am left with one late night guiding principle; the boredome and yawndom I face attending High Holy Day services is actually outweighed by the "awe shucks" of missing out. There is an inherent meshing of clubiness, seasonality and intimacy that Autumn ushers in, and with it blows the scent of brisket and etzrog and forgiveness.
In wrestling through this with Jacobian aggression there is actually real comfort in knowing that I am not the first Member of the Tribe to wax on about this . . . and I surely won't be the last!
While I don't begin to have the answer, I take comfort in putting the question out there.
Amidst the typical strum and drang of marketing products and financing ventures, I am left with one late night guiding principle; the boredome and yawndom I face attending High Holy Day services is actually outweighed by the "awe shucks" of missing out. There is an inherent meshing of clubiness, seasonality and intimacy that Autumn ushers in, and with it blows the scent of brisket and etzrog and forgiveness.
In wrestling through this with Jacobian aggression there is actually real comfort in knowing that I am not the first Member of the Tribe to wax on about this . . . and I surely won't be the last!
