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Improbably, my workaholic father was one of my first dharma teachers. As a self-identified workaholic as well, and possibly as an intergenerational survivor of anti-Semitism seeking sanctuary in my work, I grew up with this internalized version of a popular English idiom: "life's too short to stop and smell the roses." But from a very young age, my father would also repeatedly say to me, "Anna, the truth is that life's too short NOT to stop and smell the roses." As an adult and still in many ways in a nascent unfolding within my identity as a Jew, I have decided that the Sabbath must be a day to stop and smell the roses. Each Friday afternoon, I gather my self-care energy together and aim it toward putting my work down and breathing in the experience of life, right here, right now — because life is happening right here, right now. I want to make sure that I am orienting to the bigger picture and taking in the whole bouquet. How do you practice stopping to smell the flowers?
On this day 2019.
On this day 2018.
Celebrating two years of daily cartoons.