In one day I went to a celebration that marked the beginning of life in another the pain of losing another’s beat. I went from a Bris the inauguration of a male child into the Jewish tribe to a Shiva the mourning of losing a life. It was basically a complete bi-polar day although the Shiva was sorta letting the suffering end. This is one of the reasons I don’t want to wear these “hats” (above). Maybe it’s a sign from above to try and make each morning feel brand as one doesn’t really know how it will end.