Age before beauty: A glitch in our Kabbalat Shabbat experiment plans
After my mother died about 10 years ago, I went to minyan faithfully every morning for the traditional 11 months to say kaddish for her.
By the time my father died almost two years later, I was no longer able to do that--I found that waking up at 5 AM to get to the subway by 6:30 for the commute to the nearest egalitarian minyan at 7 was quite literally making me sick. I had to substitute an extra psalm or some online Torah study between work assignments for minyan attendance.
I was reminded of that problem last weekend, when we stayed up late on Friday due to going to BJ's Bo-i Kallah service and then woke up early on Saturday to make a minyan at our home synagogue--by Saturday afternoon, I was too sick to return for Mincha-Maariv services, and by Sunday, I had lost my voice. I missed an entire week's work.
The bottom line is that I really shouldn't leave our neighborhood more than twice a month, at most, to attend Kabbalat Shabbat services because I get home late and still have to get up early the next morning to go to shul, and I'm probably too prone to sleep-deprivation-related illness to do that too often. It's a disappointment that I can't "burn the candle at both ends" anymore without getting a cold, but if getting a cold is my worst health problem, I can't complain.
May we all be blessed with good health, or some reasonable semblance thereof.
Shabbat Shalom.
By the time my father died almost two years later, I was no longer able to do that--I found that waking up at 5 AM to get to the subway by 6:30 for the commute to the nearest egalitarian minyan at 7 was quite literally making me sick. I had to substitute an extra psalm or some online Torah study between work assignments for minyan attendance.
I was reminded of that problem last weekend, when we stayed up late on Friday due to going to BJ's Bo-i Kallah service and then woke up early on Saturday to make a minyan at our home synagogue--by Saturday afternoon, I was too sick to return for Mincha-Maariv services, and by Sunday, I had lost my voice. I missed an entire week's work.
The bottom line is that I really shouldn't leave our neighborhood more than twice a month, at most, to attend Kabbalat Shabbat services because I get home late and still have to get up early the next morning to go to shul, and I'm probably too prone to sleep-deprivation-related illness to do that too often. It's a disappointment that I can't "burn the candle at both ends" anymore without getting a cold, but if getting a cold is my worst health problem, I can't complain.
May we all be blessed with good health, or some reasonable semblance thereof.
Shabbat Shalom.
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posted by Shira Salamone at 10:53 AM
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