I’ve been here for 7 ½ months. It was around the last month
or so that I started feeling settled- like I belong here, like I’ve lived here
for awhile, and I could imagine living here for the foreseeable future.
I’m exhausted.
Work is keeping me on my toes- with the stress of finishing Haggadot (a creative children's version of the Passover story)
with my 3-year-olds and making sure we run our activities on schedule. I’ve
been up late nights preparing for work and taking notes for school- a Child
Curriculum class that will eventually lead me towards getting my certificate in
Early Childhood Education. Grocery shopping, laundry, paying bills- it all has to be done.
My social life is minimal- for some reason there seems to be more to do nowadays,
and therefore Skype sessions and phone calls with friends have been put on
hold. I yearn for Shabbos, when I can relax, sleep, and detox from the week.
Most important, I get to disconnect from technology- connect to myself, connect
to G-d.
Although a few months ago I was enthusiastic about starting an
intentional community here- that would allow people to connect more through
communal contribution of song, food, or help with Shabbat setup- that
enthusiasm has faded. My focus has been on other things. I’ve since stepped
down from the Netivot board- the LGBTQ organization I’ve been involved with. My
heart wasn’t into it, I told them. There was also a level of disorganization
that made me feel like I didn’t want to be a part of the board. I’m dating, but
not much. I haven’t really set aside time for myself- to meditate, to reflect,
to breathe. Usually by the time I get to bed I’m so tired, either I read a
chapter of a book or just simply crash.
As I start to think about next year, I’m grateful for a life
that provides me stability- I anticipate remaining in my apartment with (at
least one of) the same roommates. I feel good about my work at Alef Bet- aside from
some minor instances where the work became an overload or I had some negative
encounters with my co-worker- and look forward to continuing my job there next
year. I’ve even been asked to remain at the Sunday school where I teach about
once a month.
I’m tired, but I feel good. And I’m so grateful.
I’m tired, but I feel good. And I’m so grateful.

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