As fall approaches in the Midwest it’s always been a time for mixed emotions for me. On the one hand it’s a beautiful time of year. The leaves are beginning to change the air is crisp and the sky is so blue. I love taking my convertible out for a spin and enjoy a leisurely drive on the open road.
However, it’s also a time where the hours of sunlight get shorter and I know it’s the season where I have trouble staying upbeat because of the lack of sunshine. Seasonal depression is real for me but I have tried to engage in activities like spending time in my greenhouse.
Enough about that subject because I want to dive into what I meant by the title of this post, Back to the Past. Fall is the time that the high holidays in the Jewish religion arrive. Now I don’t think of myself as as a very religious person. Yes I had a Bar Mitzvah but I never go to Friday night services or any other kind of services except going to temple twice a year. My parents always forced me to go to services with them when I was a kid. The first thing I always did when I sat down in temple was to flip to the back of the prayer book to see how many pages remained until we were finished. That’s not the case anymore. Over the past decade I have enjoyed going more and more with my mom and her husband. In fact, as I approach 60 I love going more than I ever have.
Why would that be? I have asked myself that question many times over the past several weeks and I think I know the answer. It’s a wanting to hold onto the past so I can slow down the passage of time. I love the past as much as I love my life today. It’s just part of my DNA. My closet friends are from high school, I married my high school sweetheart, I live in the same city I grew up, and I have been working at the same job since I graduated college. I love all of those things and I wouldn’t change any of them for anything. Our society today is always running from thing to thing, always looking for something better where happiness and contentment might be just staying put. Values like family, friends, commitment, and loyalty appear to me not as important as they have been in the past. Wow that sounds like something my parents would of said when I was a kid. I really am getting older! Those qualities are central in the Jewish religion. It’s the traditions like getting together to break the fast, having Seder dinner together, or going to temple together as a family are the times that I really miss my kids. I savor the time I spend with my mom so much because I know eventually she won’t be here forever. These are memories that I am creating today so I be able to look back on with a warm heart. I guess looking back to the past is not so bad after all.