A new year has come and gone, and with it I hope the sorrows of the past. This time of year always brings with it a flood of emotions, but none are more potent than my joy mingled with grief. Last year was probably one of the most painful of my life. Even now, as I write, I’m still grieving; hoping, praying it will be fully released by the end of Yom Kippur next Monday evening, so that I may enter this new year fully revived and content. And yet, though there has been great pain, there has ...
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What’s Next?
At the time of writing this, I’ll be starting a new job tomorrow. My first full-time one since last November. Since this won’t be published until Wednesday, for my dear readers, for you, it’s yesterday. The forecast tomorrow is heavy rain. Right now, at 18:00, we’re even under a tornado warning. If that isn’t poetic irony, I don’t know what is. Of course, my husband, being the loving support he is, commented, “Yes, Hashem is also upset you’re starting a new job tomorrow, so He ...
We’re Going to be Okay
I've had two blog posts swirling around in my mind for the past few days, so let's see what actually gets drafted and posted today, shall we? Two weeks ago, I shared how recent news would be changing things in my near future. At the time, I was disheartened, disgruntled, and definitely a little bitter, if not projecting some past experiences on a future that hasn't even arrived yet. I took time to breathe, restraining from venting my frustrations and anger on this site, and thankfully have ...
Going Back Home
I've heard it said travelling is an excellent way to discover more about yourself and life; to grow, to learn. I think my favourite quote at the moment which reflects this is: You must go on adventures to find out where you truly belong.Sue Fitzmaurice I just returned from visiting family in Texas. I got to see some of my favourite people in some of my favourite places. However, I wouldn't immediately classify my elongated weekend of visiting my older siblings as one of those dramatic ...
Repeating History
You know, it's funny when your history repeats itself. Literally. Nine years ago, I experienced my first blow out tire whilst driving down interstate highway 35 in Denton, TX. It was one of the most terrifying moments of my life. And stressful too. This is how the tire looked afterwards: Today, I watched my "new" car get towed to the mechanic. Again. That's the second time in less than 2 weeks. First, my throttle failed, and now my alternator has failed. I've had this car for only ...
