Excuses, excuses, excuses.
I am, it’s sad to say, full of them. Especially when it comes to things that I know are good for me, and I know will make me feel better, yet I feel compelled to drag my feet doing them, making up a litany of excuses. I’m tired. I’m sleepy. I’m not feeling well. I have too much work to do. I have some vitally urgent thread to read. Someone is wrong on the internet!
This happens with tons of things in life. Making phone calls. Driving lessons. Exercise. Reading for courses. Writing. Prayer. Going to synagogue on Friday nights.
The last one in particular is a huge struggle for me. Admittedly, it’s not difficult without reason (there I go, making excuses again). I do not drive (yet), and thus am reliant on public transport for getting me to and from services on Friday night. To arrive at services by 7:30, I must be out the door no later than 6:15. On normal Fridays, when services end at 9, if I get incredibly lucky with buses, I’ll be home by 9:45 at the earliest, unless my wonderful boyfriend is willing to come pick me up (after work), in which case I’m home by 9:15. Yes, I live about a 15 minute drive from my temple, but with public transport, the trip takes almost an hour. When you factor in my desire to have lovely Shabbat dinners at home on Friday nights, work, school, and the very frequent prospect of inclement weather, it’s hardly surprising that I find it a struggle to attend services on a regular basis.
Yet, whenever I do, I feel better. It makes Shabbat more real to me, and makes it easier to stick to my resolutions to avoid social media and generally try to disconnect for duration of the 25 hours. It’s also good for me spiritually and personally because it increases my familiarity with the prayers and the melodies used. The more I attend, the more I feel like I really belong instead of some clumsy visitor stumbling through the pages of Mishkan Tefilah trying desperately to keep up with the service. When I hear the familiar melody of the Shema, or the lovely version of Lechah Dodi that our cantor sings as we welcome in Shabbat before the Maariv prayers are said, I feel peace wash over me. My week and all the work that I have done are behind me, and now I am in the sacred, contemplative space offered to me by Shabbat. Whether or not I am able to wean myself off the countless distractions offered by technology during Shabbat is another matter, but it soothes me knowing that this space is here for me to claim and make my own.
I want to be a person who makes fewer excuses in life, especially my spiritual life. One of my goals for this coming year is to incorporate religious practice and observance into my life in a more regular fashion, and to start to become a part of my temple community. After all, there is only so much Jewish learning I can get from books – after a certain point, I am going to need to know how the religious community I have chosen to affiliate with observes, practices and celebrates, and if I keep making excuses, that’s never going to happen.