Sometimes, I wanted clarification from the professor about a specific point.
Other times, my questions were part of a discussion.
At still other times, when I had no questions to ask, I was awed by the thoughtful questions my classmates asked.
Beyond the classroom, however, my relationship with asking is not always quite so clear.
Sometimes, when I don't understand what's being said, I get so flustered I don't know what to ask.
Other times, I'm just too embarrassed to ask
At still other times, (usually if the conversation is about celebrities), I don't care enough to ask.
Most of all, though, when I'm overwhelmed and the world feels like it's spinning out of control, I wonder if I ask too much of myself.
Inspired by Ima on (and off) the Bima,this post is one in a series marking the days of the Hebrew month of Elul, which precedes the Jewish High Holidays and traditionally serves as a time of reflection and spiritual preparation for the new year.
