New Year for me, Rosh Hashana for the world

The tiny regret for today is that I am staying up late goofing off online when I should be sweetly sleeping. Just because I'm not going to work in the morning doesn't mean I can be a night owl- I still have to be downtown to meet a friend for services at 8:45am. I despise mornings. I keep thinking I'll get older and wiser and abhor them less, but they're still rotten. Like peanut butter, a substance that should be banished from the earth.

On the plus side, I am twenty-eight years young! You can't go to bed early on your birthday. There's something magical about waiting up for the new year to arrive. There are lots of new year's going on this week, though- new year of my life at midnight, new year in the Jewish calendar a few hours ago at sunset, new fiscal year coming up tomorrow. The more I think about it, the more I think every year of my life just keeps getting a bit better. There were a few regressions- in fact, I think 2005 should just get stricken from the record. But other than that, I think I really am getting a little bit smarter, a little bit more compassionate, a little more loving. Even if I am still nocturnal, despite all my efforts to the contrary. 28 seems like such a strange number. When I was in college and grad school, it seemed awfully adult. Now it seems pretty young, and not really even that close to 30. Funny how quickly the perspective changes. I don't think I look any particular age anymore- I get carded about the same number of times as I always have since turning 21 seven years ago. My face looks less angular than it did at 18, and I think it does look like I have experienced life a bit more. I don't have many markers of age, though- no real wrinkles, no gray hairs, nothing to go by. I just look like me. Did you know my age, dear reader? Did it really matter either way? I suspect not.

On a brief crafty note, I finally got up the nerve to reorganize my stash and deal with the piles of junk that were covering the floor between my bed and my chest of drawers. It's like a whole new apartment, with space and pseudo-cleanliness. My fabric stash is larger than I remembered, however, so I'm going to tackle that before my little Rosh Hashana soiree this evening... while dinner cooks.

This past weekend I went to the RenFest, as is generally my wont around birthday-time. I had no desire to go in garb this year, in the mud and the thunderstorms and the muck. Nevertheless, it was a lovely time, even in the rain and mundy clothes.