Eyes Beyond Time
The Strength of Judah

Stop the Stress!

This morning, I (Racheli) was late heading out to my Zumba class. Since I joined the new gym all the way in Bet Shsmesh - which is a 10 minute drive from my mansion - I find it so much more stressful than driving up my street to work out at the gym next door. Isn't that strange? It reminds me of people like myself that try to find the closest spot to the entrance of the mall. I don't get why we do this. Aren't we spending the next three hours walking? So what difference does a better parking spot make? But, human nature is human nature. 

As I was late, I started stressing out big time when I was getting ready and trying to peel my screaming 2-year-old off my legs so I could leave. And on the way there, I was trying to pass the slowpokes driving in front of me. "Move, ya turtle!" I screamed at them through closed windows. Let's forget the fact that most of the roads here are one lane roads. That's not important.

Suddenly, halfway to the gym, an often-ignored thought popped into my little brain. What's the point of stressing about being late? It doesn't change the time, and it doesn't make you get there earlier. So I decided to let go of my stress. I threw Stressy out the window and watched in my rear view mirror as another car ran over him. I delighted in his gruesome death. So long, Stressy.

Wait a minute. Doesn't Stressy sound like a girl's name? He must be gender confused. It's so trendy these days to not be certain about your gender.

Anyhow, after I made the decision to not stress over being late, I felt so much calmer. I didn't arrive to my class a bundle of nerves, and, in fact, the class was nearly empty because of summer vacation, so I got a spot right up in front anyways. I think the ladies love watching me have a spaz attack when I dance.

I know what you're asking. What if the kids are late for school, or you're late for work? Well, that would be a great time to activate our emuna superpowers. If you're running late, that's what Hashem wants. If your boss greets you with a clenched fist and a mouthful of un-PC words, that's what Hashem wants. Who knows what harsher judgments you avoided because you didn't stress about your situation?

So I'm going to try to listen to my own words, and do my best to keep from locking myself in my room until my kids start school next week.

In case you forgot, Rav Brody was in my town on Sunday night with Blues guitarist Lazer Lloyd. It was just awesome! Here is a pic just to show you what a great time you missed. In case you're wondering who that is in the middle of these two superstars, that's my husband. King David. Did you note the slight sarcasm? What a photobomb. I couldn't figure out how to photoshop him out, but nevertheless, it's a very nice picture. Have a great week!

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David Bucker

Bring back Rav Lazer. This bilge really isn't up to scratch.

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