A Year of Wonder

I remember my mother telling me that at a certain age I’ll look in the mirror and not recognize yourself. Naturally, she was right. I look in the mirror now and see gray hair, dark circles under my eyes, and lots of wrinkles.

I am the harshest judge of myself.

As I prepare for Rosh Hashanah, I’ve been reflecting on my actions and what I hope to call into the new year of 5785. I’ve been working on using more positive vocabulary and searching for the hidden miracles in every day.

There are two types of miracles. Wonder is a miracle enclosed in nature, like childbirth or me not eating an entire pint of ice cream in one sitting. The other is the miracle the defies logic or science like a mobile phone at 2% charge remaining powered for another day.

I stood before the mirror this morning and said, “I’m blessed to have hair.” I looked at the dark circles and uttered “I’m blessed to have a business to worry about.” I spoke to my wrinkles, “I’m blessed to have seen all those glorious sunrises.”

My pledge for the new year is to be kinder to myself and to be able to say, “I love you Tara, just the way you are.”

Now, if I can do that, it will be a wonder.

May 5785 reveal hidden miracles, be filled with tremendous health, and hold the power to find joy daily.