
This past week felt choppy. There’s no other word for it. Purim fell on a Tuesday, which meant all four kids were home, we went to synagogue fully clad in costumes. There was joy and noise and hamantaschens — and also no gym, no routine, no walk, no quiet. By Thursday morning, I was already behind on things I thought I’d have done by then.
I didn’t publish my podcast last week. I didn’t publish a single blog post last week. Estate planning paperwork, taxes (more taxes), scholarship applications, birthday cards I’m falling behind on, and things on my to-do list kept piling up. By Thursday, I felt quite overwhelmed, and exhausted. And as usual, Ki Tisa landed pretty on point for the week I was having. How about you?
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