JoinedNovember 21, 2016
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Ayala has never been good at introducing herself. She enjoys bullet journaling, happy dancing, and making herself uncomfortable for the sake of compassion. She collects rubber ducks. You can find more of her creative work at crazyduckwoman.com.
People will pretend like they are happy for you, but when you are twenty-two, sometimes people will look at you as if you have thrown your whole life away. How dare you try to balance a family and yourself? Why is “me” not a part of my family?
I need to make a mess. Life is messy. Bloody. Full of spit-up and pee and you’re helpless and you need me and I need to accept that I actually need to wash my sheets more than every other week now. Or maybe not.
But every time I whipped the external hard drive out, or put some files in my Google Drive, I asked myself- did I make something worth saving?
How many times do we as women push ourselves to go to sleep “just an hour later”, skip that meal, run out to do a chore that “can’t wait until tomorrow” because we hear our families singing Eishet Chayil in our heads and wish we felt like we deserved it?
Create.
Opportunities for yourself.
Hold your foot in the door even though it’s slamming into your foot over and over again.
When the door closes,
Kick that wall until you break open another try.
You only talk when it's useless.
Words are nothing to you.
Hashem created the synapses of your mind to be formulated for kedusha and you prefer the babblings of a madman in an empty room.
You ignore how your words are great actions.
Lashon Hara.
Kavod HaBriot.
Not Being a Total Dill-weed.
That stuff that you’re too frum to focus on in yeshiva.
What would happen if I took the past month of Hevria articles and use it as the source text to create something new?
There is this really cool thing called conviction. It’s goes something like standing your ground when you believe deeply enough in something. I have loads of it, to a fault. Since becoming religious, all I hear about is how young Jews have none.
i dont want to leave my bed/where things are/ soft and edgeless / like the ocean
As if we made up Shabbat.
As if we made this school rule.
As if I gave a damn if you’re shomer Shabbat or not.
