I can remember in my early childhood when I felt self-conscious for the first time, and how unpleasant that was. My mother told me to just be myself, but that was the trouble. I had no idea what that was. For several decades thereafter, I tried very hard to figure out what my self was, and how to be it. The effort was full of suffering and generated more.
Now I vaguely recall those early years when I wasn't trying to be anything. I was just being. It's a pleasant memory of ease and contentment. With this practice as an integral part of our lives, it is possible to regain that joy.
Come this Sunday 7-8:30 and bring a friend, but leave your idea of self at home. We'll talk about being unburdened by any idea of what or how we ought to be.
Happy Hanukkah and Thanksgiving,