Earlier today I slayed one of my closely held ‘truths’, that I can’t deal with complexity, that I can’t deal with creating a sales letter… for whatever is hard about it for me.
And when it rains it pours…
I found myself crying at the idea that I am considered ‘one of ours’ (mishelanu) by Jewish people. How do I know? My Jewish tech teacher welcomed me with a celebratory image: one of us…
So I cried.
Truth be told: all my life I was searching for home… as if I didn’t have one. Continue reading “You live in a made-up world”
