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It Only Took a Day…

It only took a day to make myself stay awake on a sherut at 1am, just in case something comes at us.

It only took a day for me to start counting sirens and then checking to see how many were injured and killed and where it happened.

It only took a day for me to think twice before going out of the house, even though it is the middle of the day.

It only took a day for me to realize that I am holding my breath, and I need to remember to breath.

It only took a day for me to be over-aware of what is going on around me.

It only took a day for me to notice the quiet in the streets and the intensity of the atmosphere around me.

It only took a day for me to worry about a 10 minute walk from my apartment. Am I going to be hurt? Am I going to see someone else get hurt?

It only took a day for me to feel this way. How are they people who have been going through this for the past few weeks feeling?

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I am prone to overthinking and not to sharing. I decided to start writing and see what happens. So here are some stories and life situations (sometimes words of Torah) of a 30 something single woman, who happens to be a rabbi (received ordination in 2017- so there are posts of what that experience was like), will be working as a chaplain (and worked for years with older adults), is regularly asked what city she is located in (started the blog while living in Israel, found herself working in Australia, and will be in New York for at least a year), and is just trying to figure out her place in the world.

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