During Chol Hamoed, while travelling from Michigan to Connecticut via plane, I was in a weird spot. As you may have noticed, I took a break from writing during Pesach. I thought about how I would not be posting for a few days, which made me sad. On the other hand, I wasn't particularly inspired to get back into writing post-holiday. On the plane, I met someone who solved all of my life's problems. The end... No, we talked about life; the ups, downs, and challenges in between. Most...

I am not looking forward to Pesach. But I want to want to look forward to Pesach. It sounds contradictory, but it is the most honest way to describe where I am. It is about everything, not just about Pesach. I want to feel the fire. I want to care. I want to show up to mitzvos like they matter. Instead, I feel like I am standing outside of it, saying the words, going through the motions, waiting for something real to kick in. Over the last few days, two songs by Zusha have been on repeat, and...

Over the years, I’ve started to accept that I have amazing time management skills, at least in theory. I take the 4:46 train pretty often, and if you look at it simply, it’s a 26-minute commute, which means leaving at 4:20 should be more than enough time. The problem is that it never works that way. If I actually want to make the train, I need to leave my desk at 4:00, and that’s the part that always feels off. It feels unnecessary, it feels early, and it feels like I’m giving up time I could...