[1]Today would’ve been my mother’s birthday. I woke up filled with gratitude for all that she gave me, and even when she came up short, I understand (after years of therapy) that she tried her best. Despite a good life that included a wonderful husband and marriage, my mother was not especially good at being happy. This week, while in synagogue, the Rabbi talked about a hospice nurse who spent years with dying patients, and then wrote about their five biggest regrets [2]. Not choosing happiness was among them. A few FPS readers have made reference to this idea, when formulating their single vow [1]. Does this resonate for you?
My hope for all of us is a very happy weekend!