As days go, yesterday wasn’t horrible. I got to get up at a normal hour and daven, get dressed like a human being, go to work, see some friends, talk to some others, found table legs for my table top, spoke to my sister, etc. But in the midst of all of that, there were some moments where the stress seemed to overwhelm me, and at one point I cried and needed a hug. (Thanks Rivka #942648420!)
Some of the stress came from aliyah, but pretty much all of it was the kind of thing one COULD find in chutz la’aretz. It’s just more likely here. I was feeling SO MISERABLE for like four and a half seconds, before I burst out laughing. How can I even have a moment of “poor me”? I am one of the luckiest (ok, most fortunate! No such thing as luck!) people on the entire planet. I get to live in E.Y., I have great friends, I have a brain and I know what to do with it, Hashem has blessed me with good health and with building challenges, and I am just one of the luckiest fishsticks that ever was.
So bad days are pretty funny.