Times Wounds All Heels

I admire simplicity. I aim to be a simple person in many ways. I am thwarted by the fact that I am not one. Instead, I aim to be an Isha Tam, a (deliberately) wholesome woman. It seems more within my reach.

I was thinking about Geneivat Da'at (theft of the mind) recently. I learned about it almost five years ago, and it struck a chord with me. It's something I try to be careful about, not stealing a good opinion, or anything else. Sometimes that means I confess to things I probably shouldn't, in order not to deceive people by withholding pertinent information or by telling lies (that always seemed pointless, anyway). A lot of times, people don't appreciate it. Most people seem to like being lied to if it makes their world a prettier place. At any rate, it's been on my mind along with a hundred other things.

And then someone told me that when you are late, you are stealing time. Oh dear. I am so careful about everything else, but time and I have never been friends. I've been working on it, and am much improved, but it still crops up. Now I have a secondary worry every time I'm late for something. Not only am I running late, but I'm stealing. An ethical quandary is a pretty compelling reason to set two alarms.