So, I've been off on the journey I didn't know I was starting.
Posting questions, perhaps rhetorical, but still hoping someone would answer and put some "texture" to my curiosities.
Not hearing much in return (blast this WOH thing when I was so loving the support etc of the klal that reads the newbie posts).
Realizing that the work is not to find questions requiring answers, but to find the path I can travel on my own.
I have done a lot of therapy and introspection over the years; you couldn't travel the roads I have without that; yet still I feel this road is uncharted.
We eat three times a day, yet food addiction happens. We make kiddush each week, yet alcoholism exists.
We walk around with our bris every minute, but what constitutes control or helplessness or self-indulgence or chet or....
I think it's day 34. Do I care what the count is? Or should I care instead about the moment, like where I'll allow my hand to wander when my Shabbos nap dreams turn (interesting). Will there be a major breakthrough at day 89 that I haven't had in every single dammm day of my life since before I even hit puberty?
If I'm that self-aware, though, why the nearly morbid curiosity about what's going to happen next? Just stay in the moment.
And why do I feel as if I'll only be interested in doing it if Hashem shows me He wants it by making it seem easy?
(I'm SOOOOOO tired of hard battles, er um make that difficult battles
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This rant and rage is brought to you courtesy of the day before my wife and I are slated to become muttar to each other again. Perhaps there really is PMS for men (pre-mikveh syndrome).
Have a great day, all.