The truth is, I wanted to eat sushi yesterday AND see my best friend who lives near the restaurant. I've gone over this. Even though in my heart I wish it were the other way around, it wasn't.Here I am, knocking on the door of Yom Kippur, and I feel extremely guilty about the order of my thoughts. The only saving grace, of course, is that lunch was my treat and we had a great time.
I wonder, in my own defense, if the order of thoughts really count when you're doing the right thing. The right thing, in this context, was to take a very dear friend who was stressed out for a very delicious meal. A meal that we both enjoyed. And then run her errands with her afterwards.
Oh well. I must rely on the fact that the Holy One can read our thoughts and our hearts and mine are true and good. Most of the time anyway. Easy fast!
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