I have this superstition, a rather enjoyable one, really. On Rosh HaShanah (Jewish New Year) and the New Year occurring on January 1st, I scrub my apartment to bits, tend to errands and the like (this year I had the added bonus of using all of my fancy new Method goodies. Remember, swap your toxic cleaning stuff in for their earth-friendly product equivalents at their temp-shop in Lincoln Park before October 12th as part of the Detox Your Home Chicago campaign. See this post for details.).

Anyway, I do this heavy cleaning and life once-over because I feel like the condition of my life as I step into a new year (either new year) sets the tone for the year ahead. So, I cleaned and cleaned and tidied up errands and checked off items from my mighty to do list and was ready to roll.

The Rosh service was lovely, my rabbi, hip guy that he is, said beautiful things about becoming the kind of person we dare to become, then I went to Leah‘s for her annual tea and challah mixer. A little boy did magic tricks for me, and I helped him give treats to Leah’s cat, as he (the cat, not the boy) hid under her bed for fear of so many strange people. After, a small group of us went to late lunch at Indian Garden in the Devon Avenue area. We laughed and ate and had a lovely time and generally enjoyed one another’s company and the spirit of the day.

Upon saying our goodbyes, maybe there was a tiny incident involving my car door and a speeding SUV. Maybe. Whatever. Everyone is insured and nobody was hurt. These things happen and aren’t the end of the world. Mind you, it was a tense moment, or couple of moments, but once the other driver left, we, the remaining group, laughed our heads off at the complete you’re-kidding-me-ness of the incident as we pantomimed various reactions we only wished we had involving responding to the other driver’s anger with a shofar blast instead of words, and really, how could that not be funny?

“…because I feel like the condition of my life as I step into a new year (either new year) sets the tone for the year ahead…”

The four of us laughed a bit harder as I explained my superstition of the first day of a new year setting the tone for the year to come, and agreed we are in store for a year of laughing to make an enjoyable moment out of accidents that might otherwise foul something up, expecting the unexpected, and lovely adventures. L’chaim to that.