If you have not heard from me in a while, here is why. Pesach happened, life got busy, and I missed a few weeks of writing. Then a few weeks became a few months because once I fall off something, my brain decides that I am apparently never doing it again. It is not only writing. If I miss posting a tefillin picture in the Squad, I am done. If I break a diet, I am done. If I stop running, I am done. I do not seem to understand the concept of missing one day and continuing the next. Every small...

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...