Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, always has me in a very evaluative state of mind. Where have I been and where am I going? It’s no secret that this past year was the hardest of my life. Everything felt so heavy emotionally. My depression was not helped by the anxiety of our impending move to Texas. Walking into the unknown can either feel horribly terrifying or like a fantastic adventure. With my mental strength wavering, I could only see the coming change through a lens of great fear—a deep, dark rabbit hole. It makes sense in retrospect. Life had certainly slapped me around with a series of undesirable and downright traumatic events which I could not control within a short amount of time.