Happy news first: M has a job offer in hand!
Otherwise, tough week. I'm still trying to shake off this virus, but this was not a week when I could take time off to rest. My inbox at work is full of items flagged for follow-up, and they all sink rapidly to the bottom as more, equally-urgent e-mails arrive. Everyone is waiting for me to do something for them, respond to them, or send them something. Everyone is expecting something from me, and everyone is impatient, but there's only one of me and there is no back-up. I'm doing the best I can, and it upsets me that my efforts aren't good enough for other people.
I'm really, really tired. Physically tired, right in my bones. And tired of doing everything myself. Tired of knowing that if I there's something I don't do, then it just won't get done--no matter what it is, big or small, whether at work or at home.
Yesterday, I did my best to brush aside my bad frame of mind and went to synagogue with a friend for an aufruf. As soon as the service started, I was caught up in the worship and nothing else mattered. With my cell phone off and all my other responsibilities left outside the sanctuary (J is with his father this weekend), I settled in with the prayer book and lost myself in the chanting and singing. Three hours later we emerged for a festive lunch in honor of the bride and groom, and as I sat at the table eating and talking with friends I realized that this is what Shabbat should be. There's a common saying in Judaism that goes "more than the Jewish people have kept Shabbat, Shabbat has kept the Jewish people." I've always understood that to mean that observing Shabbat keeps the Jewish community together, but today I saw that observing Shabbat could help me keep myself together.
So, I'm thankful that the difficult week actually ended on a very inspiring note. Today I feel good enough to get some things done, too, which I'm sure is no coincidence.
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