Though I sometimes kvetched about going to simchahs, now I miss it. I miss it a lot
Chodesh Adar is here and it feels like…. yeah, you know what I mean.
I guess some years it’s easier than others. But it was never about easy, not for us, not for our fathers and not for their fathers either. It’s just not how we roll, and this year too, im yirtzeh Hashem, we will reach deep inside ourselves and find a way to feel Adar.
In anticipation of the month of joy and in the hope that Hashem will see my humble efforts at teshuvah and bless us with simchah, I’m sharing my personal kabbalah in this realm.
(Note: I’m not a big fan of people sharing kabbalos publicly, being a strong believer that the writer’s yetzer hara isn’t the reader’s problem. Also, I don’t have many successfully kept kabbalos to date, so it’s awkward. But.)
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