This Unbelievable World... and I Don't Mean That in a Good Way

B"H
Having come to the realization that I am rather unaware when it comes to world news and events, I have begun reading Arutz Sheva on a daily basis. I don't really care all that much about the news within the United States. Elections aren't until next year, and I'm just going to ask my parents who (whom?) to vote for anyway (don't throw things at me!). But I reasoned that Israel is a place about which I should be informed.
So I've been reading the news of the past couple of days. I realize I'm jumping on the bandwagon rather late in the stage, but what the heck?! They're talking about giving up Yerushalayim??
Haven't we done this before? Had this argument? Didn't we fight a war and get Yerushalayim back? WHAT IS GOING ON?
This is why politics sickens me. It seems so pointless. We have to fight the same fights over and over and over again. People make the same mistakes over and over and over again. Nothing new ever happens. At least until the next major terrorist attack or the next war breaks out.
We still have to fight. We have to campaign and vote and rally and protest. We have to work within the world.
But that is not where the change is going to come.
It'll come from the next sincere tefillah that I say. The next nickel I drop in the pushka. The next conversation I have with the next Jew I encounter on public transportation.
It'll come from the gathering in of all the sparks that have been spread over the four corners of this world.
This truly unbelievable, so desperately ready for redemption, world.

Something to Hang Onto

B"H
"Vatah ayef vyagea, vlo yira Elokim...." She paused and looked around the classroom, before continuing in her softly accented voice, "The Alter Rebbe explains this statement in the reverse; when you do not possess fear of G-d, you will become tired and weary. Someone who has faith and fear of G-d does not become exhausted by the struggles of life. Everything in their life comes from G-d. What comes from G-d doesn't tire you out, it exhilarates you."

What is the greatest struggle of my life?
My relationship with G-d. There have been good times, bad times, and extended periods of in-between times. I have been passionate and focused, secure in the knowledge that I was doing the 'right things' to maintain this relationship. I have felt distant and unworthy, having lost that sense of direction which guided me towards G-d. I have been indifferent, forgetting even my guilt in the miasma of trivialities that I had submerged myself in.
I am not alone in this struggle. I share it with the whole world. My struggle is unique only in that it is me struggling, this soul inside this body at this moment.
This week, I am content with my struggle. There are things in every day I wish to change or do better. That is the nature of struggle. But I feel confident. I feel secure.
What grants me this security?
"Someone who has faith and fear of G-d does not become exhausted by the struggles of life."
A prisoner is punished with work without purpose. A child is rewarded with love for any work they do.
I have faith in G-d that He values every moment of my struggle. On the days when I feel like I'm climbing a glass mountain with no end in sight, I know He is loving me for each time I reach forward and each time I fall.
My struggle to connect to Him cannot exhaust me as long as I know this.
How could it?

Where is Everybody?

B"H
This is just a random complaint because there haven't been any posts on the blogs I like to read in simply ages. I'm guessing this is because the people who write these aforementioned (oooh, what a lovely word!) blogs actually have lives, and don't write on their blogs when they have things to do, for example, unpack three suitcases' worth of clothing that have been strewn across the floor for two and a half days.
But still. I have the need to read!
So, somebody, write something!

Little Lost Girl

B"H
This is the only way
that I can seem to say
what it is I need to.
without knowing why
I'm lost,
I am
and can't find the path to freedom.
Sunk,
drifting,
I'm boneless in confusion.
Too many times tried
to try again
even though I must
I can't pretend
that I didn't wish I was my true self
more often.

Starting Over

B"H
It's Elul again. Again.
I'm in New York again. Again.
Only this year, everything is different.
I've left my childhood behind, and I am moving on.
When I was a young girl, maybe nine or ten, I used to dream about reaching this point of my life. When I would dress up fancy, and have an apartment in the city, and live with friends, and work, and then one day I'd meet someone and fall in love.
Now I'm here.
And I'm scared and excited and a bit lost.
I have the apartment. I have the friends. I have a job (Finally!). I (almost) have the clothes. And one day, I'll meet someone.
But that day is still a ways away. As much as I'd love to fall in love, I am not ready.
I have one goal for this year. It can be summed up in two words: Grow Up.
In detail:
I have to pay bills, make flights, buy groceries and cook for myself. How would I take care of my husband and my children if I didn't know how to take care of myself?
I want to be a writer. That means I have to write! It's no longer just a hobby, or a talent that my teachers praise. I want to write and have people read what I write. I want to do something with it.
I don't want to compare. It's poisonous. I am thrilled by the thought of being "different" than other girls because of my background. And yet, I envy the way another girl dresses even as I turn my nose up at her "Crown Heights look".
I'm giving myself six months. Six-month trial period is standard, isn't it?

We're all starting a new year. For me, this year is really new. A whole new life. I'm not a schoolgirl any longer. I'm something unfamiliar. Just - me.
I have a chance at fulfilling long-held dreams.
Wish me luck.

Gimmel Tammuz

B"H
Tuesday will be Gimmel Tammuz.
It's a time when a Chossid is supposed to think of their hiskashrus to the Rebbe. A tip from one of my teachers was to make it personal. What has the Rebbe done for YOU? How has he affected YOUR life?
So I thought about it. And (not surprisingly) I came up with quite a lot. Here is the chain of events that I came up with:
1) My parents became frum:
If my mother hadn't met Chabad, she might be Conservative, and living in Seattle.
If my father hadn't met Chabad, he might be liberal and living in San Fransico.
They might not have met.
If they had (somehow), they might not have had me. (I'm the third child).
If they had met, and had our family, they might have raised us in a completely secular lifestyle. And had I been raised like that, would I be anything like the person I am today?
2)My parents asked the Rebbe, and went to Berkeley:
If they had stayed in Crown Heights, I would be (shudder) a Bais Rivka Girl.
If they had moved to Seattle, I might have met my best friend much earlier, and our relationship would be completely different.
If they had moved to LA, I might have gotten involved in the wrong crowd of friends, and who knows where I'd be now.
3)I went to Bais Chana High School:
I met my best friend.
I realized there was a Chassidish World out there.
I applied to Chitrik.
4)I went to Chitrik:
And everything happened there.
Now I'm here.
There's more. So many details, so many that I don't even realize the source of all of them. I was born a Chosid. That means I was handpicked. Chosen.
Now I have to ask myself, "Am I doing everything I should to justify that choice?"
And I have to deal with what the answer is.
Gimmel Tammuz. Tuesday.
May we merit to see our Rebbe physically right now!

I'M DONE!

B"H
It is now Sunday. I am continuing the trend of all-nighters in the computer room. However, tonight is something new.
I am done.
THANK G-D!
It was hard work. It involved a lot of late nights/early mornings, coffees and Cokes, and a lack of studying for finals.
But now it is finished.
And as the saying goes, it was "Worth It".