It is the last night of my vacation otherwise known as the Sunday before I officially start working in 2023. After about ten days off I am slowly gearing up to do the thing that helps to pay the bills.
Vacation is never long enough and there is never enough time to do all the things I want to do or to decompress as thoroughly as I would like so I do like so many others and go hunting for the family fortune.
Don’t think it exists but hope springs eternal so who knows.
DNA test results connected me with a relative who I think is Facebook friends with someone I have known through camp and Jewish organizations for almost 40 years.
I sent a brief email introducing myself and am waiting to see if they respond. I won’t be surprised if they do or do not.
Not everyone is interested in meeting new people, even those who they are related to. Not to mention that I sent the email via the third party service that provided the DNA information and haven’t any idea if they still use it or not.
In a perfect world they will and they’ll be able to help fill in some details about the family. If they don’t respond or can’t answer the family questions I won’t be any worse off than I was before asking.
Fortune favors the bold.
I have other questions that lie in other areas that have nothing to do with those I am connected to by standard familial relations.
Some of those may never be answered and some assuredly will be covered. The mysterious they people refer to when saying they say might suggest that silence is answer and to some extent I agree.
But sometimes it is not the sort of answer I find to be acceptable so I go seeking clarity. I’d rather know for certain than be uncertain of what I know.
Remember that bit about fortune favoring the bold?
Well timing is a huge part of life and so you have to be cognizant of when it will or will not play in your favor. But you also have to remember that paralysis of analysis is a thing too.
So there is a deadline in my head for how long I am willing to wait before I seek clarification. One can’t wait forever because the perfect time may never arrive.
Life is filled with perfection that comes from the imperfection of time or some sort of philosophical claptrap like that.
That is the rumor, that is the story and that is the way I am going.
Maybe I am the crazy one, maybe I am not. I don’t waste much time wondering and worrying about it because normal and neutral are overrated.
A little mishegoss to go with a meshugehneh can’t hurt a bit right.