The first live session for this semester’s class was this morning. I don’t know what was going on with me, but I could barely concentrate and I couldn’t really process what I read last night enough to offer any coherent insight. I’m kind of concerned that this is going to be a theme this semester. I don’t know, I’m just tired.
I was in a Zoom meeting this afternoon for the Religious Action Center. I’m going to be one of the speakers for the campaign kickoff, which I’ve done before. As the staff person was assigning roles, I thought about Mom. I don’t think she knew the extent of my involvement with the RAC, which makes me sad. I’ve mentioned that I don’t know a lot about my mom’s life, but there were definitely things she didn’t know about me. I tended to keep my two worlds pretty separate, the non-Jewish one and the Jewish one. It was just easier that way, but I wish I had done more to bridge that for my mom so that she knew more about my Jewish life. I think she knew at the end that the community would be there for me, which probably gave her some comfort.