Whenever I feel old, I remember the things that haven't changed since I was a callow youth--in particular, my sometimes poor time-management skills. I spent the day working, and will get up at the crack of dawn tomorrow to finish the Hebrew homework I could have done two weeks ago, but did not. (I haven't yet written about this class, which is fantastic, challenging and completely different than last year's fun but kind of boring and way too easy one.)
So I will grab a few hours' sleep and let Abraham Joshua Heschel finish today's post:
Why am I not a flower,
Bless me, my spirit
with tenderness instead of might!
To own smiles instead of words,
and always being light to the world.
To be able to give love, good fortune
with my hair, like orchids.
And may my way through rooms be
like finger-touches on piano keys.
Tenderness, you ineffable name of God,
be my image of God!
--from The Ineffable Name of God: Man