Not Forced

Hello Everyobe: A good start to the week. I finished off an application I started on Friday for a part time administrative opening at local hospital. It's the same hospital Sis works at but I didn't use her name. It's like she could do anything even if she found out I worked there. It's for a completely different department so we would have little or no contact with each other. I'm good with that. I'll feeling better after over doing it with the sugar. I was so out of it last night that I fell asleep in my clothes and woke up just long enough to put on my night shirt. I was still pretty out of it this morning but managed to get in a good run and pull myself together. I really need to be more careful about the sugar. Anyway, the Thanksgiving weekend is coming up and, as usual, I have no plans. Well, unless you count start cleaning mum's room as plans, then no. That's one thing I really wish we, as a family, could've done. Have a real Thanksgiving Day dinner or, for that matter, any celebration that didn't feel forced. The main reason I gave up on the Jewish holidays is they lost their meaning for me. Everything just felt like going through the motions. It's Holiday X so we do the same thing we do all the time, year in, year out. There is something to be said about repetition but after a while it gets stale. No one ever seems to want to acknowledge it and liven things up. For whatever reason, a secular holiday, like Thanksgiving Day, doesn't rate. Someone said there was a specific religious objection but it never made sense to me. It would be really nice to have a family celebration that doesn't feel forced. Time for dinner