I hate honey. Really. It makes me gag. I used to force myself to eat the apple with the honey because I was scared I wouldn't have a sweet year if I didn't. Now I just eat an enjoyable, crunchy apple and pray for an enjoyable, crunchy year.
The radio station I listen to has been advertising its upcoming "Top 100 of 5769" show and wondering who will be chosen "Person of the Year".
The supermarkets are packed anytime of the day and night.
If you need to get something important done (like finding a job), may as well try to relax, it ain't happening until "acharei hachagim"--after the holidays.
At work, if you're lucky, you'll get a bonus. If not, you'll likely have an end-of-year party. (I had one at work today. Our principal asked all of us to write down our new year wishes for the school and then read them all out loud. I'm happy to say I participated in this Hebrew writing exercise and was even complimented. Maybe I should start a blog in Hebrew.) And, no, there wasn't any bonus.
I appreciate all of this. This country works on my schedule, according to the rhthym of my clock. It feels nice that the entire country, religious or not, will be celebrating together.
Here's my favorite unhealthy drink, Diet Coke, personally wishing me a Happy Holiday:
I have so many prayers and wishes for this New Year, 5770, תש"ע.
May it be the year that Gilad is freed.
May it be a year where no Israeli soldier has to make the ultimate sacrifice so that we can live free.
May it be a year where no Israeli citizen is attacked.
May it be a year where the world recognizes our right to exist in this land as a free nation.
May it be a year where our leaders are strong enough to assert that right even if the world doesn't come to that realization.
May it be a year of health and prosperity.
May it be a year of joy and family.
May it be a year of new friends and old.
May it be a year of peace.
May it be a year of gratitude to G-d for all His blessings.
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