Category: Self-Growth

  • Deep contentment

    Our dog was resting in the kitchen while I was washing dishes, when ds8 came over to play with her.

    Ds8, putting it mildly, has a lot of energy and while the dog often enjoys it, she sometimes is in the mood for a mellower kind of interaction. In this moment, she scooched close to me to get away from him, without me realizing she had moved so close.

    When I took a small step backwards, I felt something soft, and lurched to the side to avoid stepping on her. I lost my balance and fell backwards; my head hit the wall. I crashed into the stacked baskets of produce, and as they collapsed, all the potatoes, onions and squash fell on top of me.

    It might have been comical if someone had been watching. It didn’t feel funny at all, though. My family members wondered if the dog barks since they never heard her, but when I fell, she was so alarmed she set to barking furiously for over five minutes.

    I got up, all in one piece, though sore and bruised. I am so grateful to be a physically and emotionally resilient person.

    I made an appointment with the osteopath, who ended up having a cancellation just two days later so I didn’t have to wait long for an appointment.

    I used to go to the osteopath once a month, to deal with the pain I had in my hip/knee/foot areas. When I switched to a carnivore diet a couple of years ago, the pain vanished.

    Even though in the last year I haven’t been strict carnivore, being heavily meat based has been enough that I rarely have pain. When I do eat something that causes inflammation and start to feel twinges of discomfort, I know what caused it and what I need to do to feel better.

    I’ve taken a couple of kids in the last year for appointments, but haven’t needed any treatment for myself for two years since I’ve been feeling so good.

    I thought I was mostly recovered from the fall, but he’s excellent and right away could tell which parts of my body were affected without me telling him. He can feel which muscles are tighter and what part of the body is hurting. He also picks up other things, like how things are working in different internal organs.

    When he finished, I thanked him, and he told me, “Avivah, you’re a strong woman (he tells me this every time), and you have a heart filled with happiness.”

    I laughed and asked, “Is that also the kind of thing you pick up on?”

    “Yes, it is; I see that you are happy with your life.”

    It’s true, and it’s interesting he picked up on it since there’s nothing I said that would have led to that conclusion. I don’t walk around bubbling over with laughter or smiling all the time, and sometimes I complain and focus on the negative or annoying.

    But overall I have a deep feeling of contentment with my life.

    I love my life filled with simple pleasures.

    I love the slower pace and beautiful views where I live.

    I enjoy seeing the green weeds springing up all over.

    I love the sun on my face. Have you ever thought how lucky we are to have the sensation of its warmth on your face? I think about that often. For an entire year after my face was badly burned in 2014, I wasn’t allowed to have any sun on my face. Sunlight is an incredible gift.

    I enjoy planting things and watching them grow.

    I enjoy seeing the dog play and jump.

    I enjoy watching the chickens peck in my yard.

    I appreciate being able to eat food that feels good in my body and makes my body feel good.

    I love my daily morning walk with my husband, rain or shine.

    I love being the mother of so many amazing human beings, and grandmother to so many more. This is deep, deep joy.

    I really like being me. As I am, right now, continually in process as a human on this planet.

    There are things in the world that can be anxiety provoking or frightening when we focus our attention on them. But it’s a beautiful world we live in, and the more we stop to notice all the small things that are going well, the better life feels.

    Avivah

  • Success leaves clues

    Today’s my fifty second birthday, and I feel incredibly blessed to live the life I do. It has everything in it that’s important to me and I am so thankful; I am a wealthy woman. As I look back over the years, thinking about what I did well and what I didn’t do as well, I want to share my thoughts with you.

    I never want to convey – not about money or parenting or health or anything else that I write about – that I have all the answers. I don’t. I want to share what has been helpful for me, but I don’t want to give the idea that I know it all – because I absolutely don’t.

    I also don’t want to give the message that any success I’ve had in any area is all thanks to me. It’s not.

    When seeing others who are struggling in areas that I’m doing well in, I remind myself, “There but for the grace of G-d go I.” I don’t assume I did everything right and they did everything wrong. I have a lot of gratitude and recognition that any area I’ve done well in has come from G-d, and that if something happened differently along the way, my life could have looked very different.

    At the same time, we aren’t passive actors in our lives. We are given the circumstances we have, and what we do with those circumstances is a huge part of the outcome.

    That’s why I have a negative reaction to hearing someone say how lucky someone else is, because it’s a way to deflect responsibility from himself. All of us have good fortune that others don’t have in some way and at some time in our life. All of us have challenges. I very much agree with the statement of the ancient Seneca: “Luck is what happens when preparation and opportunity meet.”

    It’s wrong to be excessively ‘humble’ and insist that you don’t know anything about anything when you’ve experienced success in some area. It isn’t honest or kind or helpful to others.

    People need the guidance of those who have successfully walked a path to share their experience and wisdom. Success leaves clues; it’s never purely a matter of luck. There are similar ways that people become successful in every arena, and we cheat ourselves and others by saying or implying that the lives people end up living are the luck of the draw. They aren’t.

    Let’s look at marriage. Most people with happy marriages will tell you very similar things they’ve done to have a good relationship. Choose wisely, value and respect yourself and your partner, continually invest in your relationship. Adapting specifics for your own relationship, if you do the same, you’re likely to see your relationship grow in a positive way as well.

    Parenting. Every family is different, and yet there are universal things that benefit families. Spend time with your children, listen to them, value each as an individual. Learn to manage your own emotions. Get on the same page as your spouse. It builds over time to a wonderful family culture. I write about a lot of this.

    Health. Make wholesome unprocessed foods the foundation of your diet, get out into the sunshine, move, think positively. Do it imperfectly and you’ll still benefit; the results build over time. When people are younger they think it’s uncessary and you’re a health nut if you care about these things. But by my age, many are are suffering from chronic ailments and unwellness; in Israel the majority of people in my age group are taking prescription drugs on a regular basis. I’m grateful to need no medications of any sort and have never taken any, not for physical or mental health.

    Acquiring wealth. Rich people have a different way of doing things; you see that people who lose their wealth very, very often make a lot of money again, because of who they are and how they interact in the world. I don’t look at them with envy; I don’t have their mindset and I don’t take those kind of actions.

    Achieving financial stability and abundance. This is a different mindset and skillset than the very wealthy. A person can slowly and steadily build their financial resources; thoughtful and intentional spending is a critical part of this. This is the opposite of the ‘get rich quick’ approach; it can take years to see the plus side on the balance sheet adding up.

    We’ve lived on a modest income most of our married lives and faced major financial challenges; frugality has been my path up and out of extremely constrained finances. I write a lot about this, too.

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    Not all advice is equally valuable; some things sound good but they don’t pan out well in reality. Look at the life of the person you’re taking advice from; do they or their role models have long term results? If you see someone who has accomplished something you value, ask them what they did. If you take similar actions, you’re likely to see things get better for you, too. It often takes time to see results, but slow and steady really does win the race.

    Don’t assume someone got lucky. Don’t dismiss him as an outlier or minimize him down for having done something no one else could or should do. Don’t give away your own personal agency, because when you do, you’re giving away your power to change and make your life better. Think about how you can apply those principles in your life, and take action.

    Avivah

  • Rosh Hashana, Yom Kippur, Shabbos menus 2025

    The way the holidays fall this year – Shabbos, day off, holiday, day off, Shabbos, day off, holiday, etc – means a cooking marathon for a few weeks!

    **Before I go on to menus, I want to share our happy news, that exactly two weeks after our last granddaughter was born, our youngest married son and his wife had their first baby – a girl! We haven’t yet seen her in person due to the holidays but hope to see her soon – in pictures she looks adorable! Thank You, Hashem.**

    I got up at 4 am this morning, the morning after Yom Kippur, to get started cooking for Shabbos. I don’t like feeling rushed and pressured, and I’ve really been enjoying doing the bulk of my cooking on Thursdays and having a stress free Friday.

    This week that’s not an option since Yom Kippur was Thursday, so getting up early is the best option for me. As I write at 7:30 am, there are six roasts in the oven, a sixteen quart pot of chicken soup simmering on the stovetop, the load of whites is finished and ready to hang, and a load of coloreds are in the wash. I made lunches for the three boys who have school today and got them out to their school van. Now I’ll hang that laundry, and dd8 and I will go to the store to pick up some things that we don’t have since part of the Mishnat Yosef order didn’t arrive this week, and will resume cooking once we’re back home.

    My teen boys are all home, the last one arriving in the middle of the night so I haven’t seen him yet. Bliss…you all know how I love when they’re all home. My youngest married daughter and husband were here for Yom Kippur, so they’re still around but will be going back to Jerusalem at some point today.

    The boys will take down the pool today (my husband already emptied almost all of it) since it’s on the patio where we’ll be building the sukka, and will start working on the sukka.

    To make this time of year easier, whenever I’ve been cooking, I’ve doubled or quadrupled quantities of some dishes to put in the freezer. I don’t have freezer space for everything, so meat, chicken and fish I make fresh before each holiday. Soup and salads are also made fresh. Some dips like matbucha, marinated eggplant/peppers, and pickled beets I’ve canned so those are shelf ready.

    That means challahs, dips, kugels, and desserts are what I put in the freezer. Right now I have in the freezer I have: peanut butter ice cream, mango ice cream, leek quiche, potato kugel, onion kugel, carrot muffins, sweet potato souffle and apple spice cake.

    My stock of ready made foods helped me a lot on the Shabbos right after Rosh Hashana, when I was so mentally exhausted that I didn’t have any energy for cooking – I pulled from the freezer and some canned goods, and asked my husband and son to make the meat, chicken, fish and soup, and no one could tell I hadn’t been in the kitchen at all that day.

    I’ll share what my menu plans have been so far, including for this Shabbos, beginning with Rosh Hashana.

    Rosh Hashana 2025 Menu

    Round spelt challahs – I made a large batch of ten challahs, froze what I didn’t immediately need

    Simanim/symbolic foods for Rosh Hashana nights:

    • apples and honey
    • roasted beets with honey and basil
    • stir fry – gourd, carrots and onion
    • leek patties
    • black eyed peas
    • pomegranate arils
    • dates
    • baked tilapia
    • fish head

    Dinner 1:

    • challah
    • simanim
    • chicken soup
    • roast brisket with carrots
    • sweet potato/potato fries
    • Cucumber/tomato/purple onion salad
    • Apple spice cake

    Day 1:

    • Dips: guacamole, fresh tomato, eggplant with tomato/pickle/onion finely diced in, Moroccan carrot
    • salmon (honey)
    • sweet potato souffle
    • leek quiche
    • chicken
    • cabbage craisin salad

    (No dessert, took apple spice cake and onion kugel for kiddush at shul during break before shofar blowing)

    Night 2:

    • challah
    • simanim, plus new fruit – dragonfruit
    • (no soup, everyone full from simanim)
    • roast meat (with tomato sauce)
    • roasted carrots and apples
    • salad – raisin cabbage slaw
    • dessert – apple plum crumble

    Day 2:

    • challah
    • dips –
    • salmon
    • chicken
    • roast sweet potatoes
    • carrot muffins
    • onion kugel
    • cabbage salad
    • tomato cucumber salad
    • dessert – apricot compote

    Yom Kippur 2025 Menu

    first meal on erev Yom Kippur:

    • challah (I made another large batch of eight challahs, since the last batch was finished)
    • baked fish
    • chicken poppers with dipping sauce
    • vegetable quiche
    • potato kugel
    • tomato avocado salad
    • cabbage craisin salad

    Meal two/seuda hamafsekes erev Yom Kippur:

    • challah
    • chicken soup
    • meat
    • dips
    • cucumber tomato salad
    • Korean carrot salad
    • sweet potato souffle
    • melon

    Yom Kippur kids meal:

    • pitas
    • hot dogs
    • french fries
    • chicken wings
    • salad

    After Yom Kippur – break fast meal:

    • chicken soup
    • meat
    • honey garlic chicken wings
    • carrot salad
    • cuke tomato salad
    • dessert – fresh mango

    Shabbos between Yom Kippur and Sukkos :

    Dinner:

    • challah – from freezer
    • chicken soup
    • roast meat with carrot and onions (I’m making several kinds and will slice and freeze some for Sukkos)
    • roast potatoes with schwarma spice
    • purple cabbage mango salad
    • avocado tomato salad
    • dessert – easy fruit pie

    Shabbos Day meal:

    • guacomole – (I’ll be making multiple recipes of the first four dips listed and freezing them)
    • chumus
    • techina
    • carrot dip
    • marinated eggplant and peppers (from pantry)
    • baked tilapia
    • chicken (just came home from the store after writing this and got a great sale on fresh chicken quarters – 25 shekels a kg) so updating to say I’ll prepare it all and pop it in the freezer)
    • cucumber tomato salad
    • Korean carrot salad
    • dessert – ice cream

    I hope those of you celebrating are enjoying this special time of year and not feeling overwhelmed by the preparation! It’s a lot and give yourself lots of pats on the back for all that you’re doing that is seen and even more for what isn’t seen. When I get time pressured, I still get everything done but tend to feel resentful at people around me for not doing as much as me. I may not express it, but it’s there. That’s my personal tendency I’m aware of and need to work on. So doing more in advance means I’m relaxed and the appreciation I get from others is extra, so it makes for a happier me and a more pleasant environment for us all.

    Avivah

  • Struggling with scrolling on my phone

    Last week I saw dried dates on sale for 11 shekels a kilo, which is a great price. I bought 20 kilos with the intention to can them, since they are then easily blended and used as a sweetener for desserts.

    However, my daughter gave birth this week and I was away for a few days, so the cases of dates were still waiting for me when I got back. When I looked this morning at what felt like a mountain of dates that needed to be pitted, checked for infestation, and then canned – and in a few days it will be Rosh Hashana and there’s already so many other things to do – I wondered why I had to create extra work for myself.

    Then I began working on them while chatting with my husband before he started work, and I got through half of a 5 kg box. It would be easy to say, “I just spent so much time and I’ve only done 1/8 of the dates – how am I ever going to finish them all?”

    But that’s not what I thought. As I packed the liter jars full and prepared them for canning, I genuinely appreciated all that I had done.

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    I’ve been doing a deeper level of decluttering in the last few months, as I go through things in my home and ask myself, “Does this have value to me right now?”

    Moving things that I’m not using out of my home has been very positive. My house is getting easier and easier to clean, and I can maintain it with much less effort. And it makes me more relaxed and accomplished.

    Every little bit I’ve done has been so gratifying and as I celebrate it, it encourages me to do more.

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    I’ve really been grappling with my phone use. I’ve felt shame that I scroll as much as I do, that I don’t control myself and use my time better. Coming to understand just how intentionally human emotion and addiction psychology has been studied with the intent to create addiction has lessened that shame somewhat, as I realize my struggle is shared by most people.

    But I still have great frustration over the effort to minimize my screen use.

    For those who are wondering about our family technology stance: our children don’t use internet, though occasionally when I need to go out or do something when my husband is working, he’ll let the younger kids (ages 8, 8, 8) sit next to him in his home office and watch something like Mister Rogers. We don’t have Ipads and they don’t play computer games.

    When we drive places, they listen to music on the car speakers and look out the window or look at books.

    Of our three teenage boys (16, 18 and 19), the two who are living in dorms have chosen not to have any kind of phone at all. The youngest has regular daily learning sessions on the phone, so he has a simple ‘dumb’ phone that he uses at home but doesn’t take with him during the day. He does take it with him when he travels.

    Sounds great, right? I’m very glad my children are growing up in the real world, with real people, real experiences, and plenty of outdoor time. It’s really important to me.

    The challenge is for me and my husband, and I always think of us as the weak links in our home technology use. (My husband got rid of his smartphone a couple of years ago, but works online.)

    I got off of Facebook five years ago, even though it meant closing my business page and that was significant. The only social media platform I use is YouTube. While I don’t ever actively contribute or engage on YouTube, and the content I watch/listen to is overall positive, it is driven by an algorithm that targets exactly what interests each person, and that is what keeps me looking longer than I intend to.

    I’ve tried putting boundaries around my phone use: don’t look at it until after a certain time of day, be conscious of keeping it in a room where I’m not at. I took our family picture off of the screensaver months ago so it would be visually unstimulating. A couple of months ago I began calling a phone line for Torah classes to listen to higher quality content that doesn’t arrive through the internet, to partially replace the podcasts I listened to on YouTube.

    But I still feel frustrated with not being able to completely subdue the phone issue. It’s something that always has to be managed. I slide away from my good intentions, and then have to restart again.

    Sometimes I am weary of feeling unsuccessful about my efforts in this area.

    This morning, at my request, my husband loaded a black screen onto my phone to use as wallpaper, so there’s not only not a family picture, but there’s no appealing color or design on my screen. This is recommended as a step to minimizing phone usage, and I was glad to have it done.

    At that moment, I thought, ‘Why am I not appreciating all the things I’ve done in this area, and keep focusing on what isn’t yet the way I want? This is a good step!”

    I have 17.5 kilos of dates waiting to be checked and processed, and that may have to wait for another week to finish, but I didn’t focus on that – I felt accomplished with the dates I did.

    I’m not finished decluttering every single corner of my home, but I’ve mentally cheered for single thing I moved out of the house. Cumulatively all of these things have led to a bigger impact felt by everyone in the home.

    For today, I’m reminding myself that positive change only happens by appreciating the small steps, and continuing to make steps in the direction you want to go. I want to minimize digital clutter in my life (I’m wishful about eliminating it completely), but that’s an ongoing process.

    I don’t love the struggle, but everything I’ve done to improve the situation has been constructive. When I appreciate those efforts, I can let myself be where I am right now, without criticizing myself for not yet being at the finish line.

    Once again, I’m reminded of the saying, “By the inch it’s a cinch; by the mile it’s a trial.” I seem to have to continually remind myself to pause, look at what I’ve done, and say ‘good job, me!”

    I’m going to hold on to this thought as I’m thinking about the things I want to improve in as the Jewish New Year approaches.

    Can you relate? How do you manage your thoughts/feelings/actions around the things you wish you were doing differently?

    Avivah

  • Grieving the loss of our dog

    Yesterday my husband and I took our first walk together in three months. As often happens, our dog followed us.

    We walked a new route, through the fields and came to the end where it met the main road that leads into town. Our dog meandered at his own pace through the fields. We crossed the road so we could walk on the side with the a larger shoulder.

    Soon our dog joined us. A few minutes later, he crossed to the other side of the street, walking on the narrow shoulder. Less than two minutes later he was struck by a large van; the driver paused for a brief instant, presumably glanced in his mirror to see our dog lying on the side of the road, then continued without stopping.

    We ran across the street to him, and he seemed to have died on impact. My husband pulled his body away from the street so he was on the opposite side of the guardrail, and I sat down next to him, stroking his neck. After a few minutes he returned to consciousness, breathing very shallowly.

    We agreed that I would stay with him while my husband left to get the car so we could get him medical help. During that fifteen minute period, I stroked him and spoke to him. By that time I could tell his injuries were serious and to my plans for the vet shifted to having him put down so he wouldn’t suffer.

    When my husband arrived, he gently lifted him into the car to go to the vet. Sheleg died a few minutes later, before we left to the clinic. He was thirteeen years old and had been a constant presence in our family for five and a half years.

    We got a dog at the request of one of my sons, but at some point it became obvious to everyone that he chose me as ‘his person’. My daughter once told me, “He looks at you with love in his eyes.” He followed me everywhere I went; even to the bathroom – no matter how short a time I was there, when I came out he would be curled up outside the bathroom door.

    When I put the kids to sleep each night, Sheleg would follow me into their rooms and lay down. The kids would ask, “Why is Sheleg here?” And then they would answer their own question: “Because you’re here.” They would try to get him to stay with them, but he wouldn’t stay once I went out.

    Last week I went to the beach, and on the spur of the moment I took Sheleg with me. When I got there, I was the only one there, so I didn’t put him on a leash. He enjoyed being there, and wandered around, coming back to where I was twice. When I was ready to leave, I waited for him but he didn’t come back. He must have gotten lost. I spent the next hour and a half searching for him, finally finding him laying under a bench at a bus stop, trusting I would find him.

    I thought to myself, in the future it will be more relaxing to go myself. A week later, he’s no longer alive to go with me, so it’s not a choice I get to make. Now it gives me comfort that he had the experience of being at the beach that day.

    Sheleg’s final resting place

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    Together with the feelings of loss come gratitude. Appreciation of what we had, that he was healthy until the end, that we saw the accident (as traumatic as that was for us) and were with him immediately, that he died without drawn out suffering.

    There’s a tendency to look at what you could have done differently and to say, “If only I had done something differently there would have been a different outcome.” But there’s no purpose in that.

    Everything is as G-d wants it to be, and everything is for our good, even when we can’t see it. Nothing that happens is a mistake or because we didn’t do something we should have done. I told my oldest son last night, we don’t know the calculations that G-d makes. Who knows what we were meant to lose or experience, and in His compassion our dog was taken instead.

    The next morning, I was speaking with another son, who told me that there’s a concept in Judaism that when a person accepts what happens to him with faith in G-d, it averts worse suffering.

    He also told me that an hour after Sheleg died, there was a terrorist attack in Jerusalem. It was on a packed bus leaving his neighborhood. Terrorists dressed as bus inspectors got on with machine guns and began shooting (this is what I heard, these details may not be fully accurate). Six people were killed and at least 21 injured before the terrorists were shot.

    Israel is a very small country, but this attack hits closer to home for me than most of the news. Yes, I’m sad about the loss of my dog and I’ve spoken with all of our children about giving themselves room to feel the sadness and not to minimize it because ‘he was just a dog’, but there are so many horrible things that happen in the world and I’m grateful that our family didn’t experience a much more serious loss.

    May we see revealed blessing for us all.

    Avivah

  • Neglecting to thank myself for a summer well done

    It’s been a long and busy summer, and it’s only now with just a few remaining days until the school year begins that I’m able to carve out some time to write.

    I’ve had some disappointment with myself these last couple of months – not being patient enough, not having a better daily schedule for the kids, not being physically active enough, not consistently eating well, not regularly having a menu plan for the family.

    But the summer happened, and the kids had a great time. I may not have created art projects for them, but I gave them markers and papers, scissors and tape, and they made their own projects.

    There wasn’t a weekly menu plan, but we still had three homemade meals and snacks every day.

    There were messes all day long, but they got cleaned up and I even got some decluttering done.

    We didn’t do amazing trips but the younger kids were happy with our park outings and a trip to the beach. We did a house swap and spent three days in Beit Shemesh, where we spent time with married children and grandchildren.

    While I was feeling inadequate that our days felt like an effort and everything wasn’t running like a well-oiled machine (‘if only I had a better schedule!’), overall everyone was content.

    With just a couple more days before they go back to school, I can step back and recognize how much energy was needed to keep the days running smoothly for everyone. It takes time and effort to have lots of people around all day long.

    Telling myself it would feel easier if I was more organized wasn’t helpful. As I often remind my family, “Done is better than perfect”, and I need to regularly remind myself of that, too.

    I don’t think I’m the only parent feeling tired after a long summer with everyone home. We all deserve huge pats on the back for what we’ve done these last two months! I tend to neglect to appreciate myself, minimizing my efforts while focusing on what I could do better. Not good.

    It was a good summer for our children of all ages, and despite not having ‘me-time’, I can say it was a good summer for me, too. Yes, it’s been a lot of work, and yes, I’m very much looking forward to quieter mornings. But I’ve done a good job.

    Please give yourself some appreciation and loving affirmations for all of your hard work!

    Avivah

  • Anniversary reflections – my past didn’t determine my future

    Today was my wedding anniversary, and when I mentioned it tonight to one of my teens, he said, “Thirty three years, right?”

    “Yes, thirty three wonderful years!” I answered.

    Then I amended for the sake of being honest, “Actually, all of the years weren’t wonderful. Life isn’t always easy and we went through some very challenging times. But no matter what, I was always committed to making our marriage work, even when it felt hard.”

    Sometimes I regret that I didn’t know when I was a young married woman all that I know now about how to be in a relationship. I most regret not appreciating my husband enough and not respecting him enough.

    But what I did right was to keep trying. And there are times that that’s a very, very huge thing to do. Especially with the background that I came from, when divorce was the norm and I’m one of very few women throughout several generations that didn’t divorce.

    I didn’t grow up seeing healthy relationships, I didn’t know how to work out differences and how to communicate about hard things. I didn’t know how to directly ask for my needs to be met. Mostly I stuffed my feelings down, with occasional verbal outbursts when I felt very strained.

    We learn about relationships from the time we’re young, usually without recognizing the messages we’ve absorbed. We don’t generally question those messages because to us, they are the reality of how the world is and we assume it’s the same for everyone.

    I was fortunate (though it felt far from fortunate at the time) that a dramatic and painful event occurred in my life when I was seventeen years old. That event was the cataclysm that led me to everything I am and have today. The very first step was to consider a comment made by a family member: there was an unmistakable multigenerational pattern of dysfunctional and codependent marriages.

    That was far from something a teenager wants to hear, and I could have let that slip past me and discarded it immediately because it was so uncomfortable to consider. I didn’t – I reflected on that insight repeatedly.

    It wondered what caused all of these decent people to be unhappy in their marriages. They must have wanted to have good marriages, just as I did.

    But they didn’t succeed. Maybe because they didn’t know how? Maybe because they never saw it modelled for them? If none of them could do it, what did that mean for me?

    Realizing that I was no different than any of them and I had the same conditioning, I knew it was highly likely I would end up just like them if I didn’t learn new ways of being.

    I went to study overseas and when I was hosted by families, I paid attention to how the spouses interacted with one another. When I saw couples who were consistently kind and respectful of one another, and they invited me to come back, I went back – repeatedly. I doubt they knew how consciously I was observing how they interacted with one another.

    That was the beginning of looking for role models who had what I wanted, and creating a vision for the kind of marriage I wanted to have: one of mutual respect, kindness and love between two best friends.

    Several months into that school year, a friend mentioned having heard about workshops given by Dr. Miriam Adahan based on her EMETT method (Emotional Maturity Established Through Torah). She said she was thinking of going; she was delighted when I told her I’d go with her.

    Shortly after I turned eighteen, I attended my first workshop. My friend went for a while and then stopped, but I continued attending every week for the next four years (continuing through getting engaged, married and having my first two children).

    Around the same time I heard about EMETT, I also heard about a twelve step support program for people whose lives have been affected by someone else’s problematic behaviors. I don’t remember how I found out about that, but I began attending those meetings once a week as well, despite feeling extremely uncomfortable and out of place.

    The year that I attended was a valuable learning opportunity for me. I wasn’t spending these evenings in a way that was typical of students studying overseas for the first time, but I knew I had to do something to change myself if I was going to change my future.

    My involvement in those programs helped me develop self-awareness and learn emotional tools, and I had endless opportunities to practice them. I continued seeking out resources to support ongoing growth and learning throughout the years.

    Many times in my marriage I failed to respond the way I knew to be best. But I kept trying and I never broke the commitment I made to myself before I got married: I would do whatever I could to make things work, and I would never consider divorce. (Obviously, that presumed no abuse.) I had to make that commitment because what I had seen in my life was, ‘When the going gets tough, the tough get going’.

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    My husband has said many very nice things to me over the past three decades, but one of the nicest was a casual comment a few years ago.

    “You know, you’re a very pleasant person to live with.”

    I wasn’t always so nice to live with. Sometimes – too often – I was critical and impatient due to my own insecurities and frustration. But when he said this, I knew it wasn’t just his perception, but I had become that kind of person.

    If someone were to look at my first eighteen years, I doubt anyone would have predicted that I would end up with a strong marriage and amazing family. As I look back on thirty three years of marriage, my success came from continuing to take the next small step in the right direction and never giving up.

    Sometimes my efforts seemed almost imperceptible, but over time the small changes made a huge difference. My family life ended up being completely different from the family pattern that I had wanted to avoid so many years ago. I don’t say that with arrogance, but with gratitude and thankfulness.

    Avivah

    PS – To comment and/or read the comments, you’ll need to click on the post and then scroll all the way down.

  • Separating genuine news from manipulation

    I like to listen to podcasts while I go about my day and I’ve almost never stopped to take notes on any of them because I have things I need to do. However, when I was halfway through a talk by Chase Hughes, a trainer for the US Army Psychological Operations Operators, I pulled out my pen to take notes.

    The talk was called, “How to Spot a Psy-op: Separating Manipulation from Genuine News.” I found so much value in it that a few days later I wanted to relisten to take notes on the entire talk – but it was gone.

    It was far from an obscure talk – it had two million views when I listened to it on Youtube – and because I had taken notes, I was able to search for the exact title. The only thing I found was someone else who had clipped part of the talk and reposted it on his small channel – now that is also gone.

    I have no idea why this was removed – maybe the speaker decided to take it down – but the information was very valuable. It benefits each of us to be a critical analyst of news, rather than a passive consumer of whatever is presented to us, so I’m sharing my notes with you. This isn’t specific to this moment in time; I listened to it several months ago and only now am getting around to sharing the information with you, but it’s relevant to any time.

    I regret that when I listened the first time I didn’t make a note of the historical examples he listed with each point he made; that was the main thing I wanted to listen for the second time. Some of the examples were well-known to me, but others I hadn’t heard of and would have liked to look into more.

    This talk was given by someone whose expertise was to train military professionals who create psychological operations for the general public in whatever country they operate in. Psyops are a reality, not a conspiracy theory. Understanding that psyops are periodically taking up space in the news, how can you spot them and filter out truth from propaganda?

    Below I’m sharing my notes with you – I haven’t added any comments of my own.

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    Analyze the source: – is the source credible? If you see sensationalized headlines, leave it. Psyops thrive on sensation and hype. Ask yourself – who owns the media company? Are there connections with pharma, political entities, defense contractors?

    Question the timing: does the story I’m looking at right now appear during a major crisis or scandal or upcoming election? Psyops will distract you from bigger issues. This is a huge red flag.

    Follow the narrative: are multiple outlets parroting the same language? Psyops use coordinated messaging to reinforce their narrative. Copy/paste phrases – “unprecedented threat”, “undeniable evidence” – if you hear this, be afraid. Something is going in your brain that doesn’t belong there.

    Look for emotional triggers: Psyops thrive on pushing your buttons – fear, anger, amazement – if a story feels designed to make you react emotionally, avoid. Don’t finish reading. (FATE model – focus, authority, tribe, emotion)

    Check the evidence: are they providing evidence of what is being promoted? Relying on vague claims or anonymous sources?

    Ask yourself: with all that is going on, is this going to expand government control or justify new laws?

    Analyze coverage patterns – psyops dominate news and drown out other stories. Real news coexists with other reports. If one topic is everywhere while major global events get ignored, you’re in a psyop.

    Look for follow ups: real news evolves with more updates. Psyops fade once they serve their purpose. When inflated and sensationalized stories vanish without a follow-up, that is called a distraction.

    Look for patterns in how media and government communicate about things. Do they focus on fear, or do they offer solutions that entail giving up freedom or increasing government power? Try to diversify where you get news from.

    Ask yourself: 1) who benefits from this narrative? 2) What evidence is being shown and is it verifiable? 3) Why now?

    Trust your gut. Does it feel scripted? Does something feel off? Trust your instincts, and follow them up with research.

    If you do all of these at once, you will never be manipulated.

    The most important thing is to cultivate critical thinking skills. Learn to spot propaganda.

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    This was a fascinating talk for me and it helped me understand myself better.

    I never had heard of psyops until a few years ago, when someone used the term and I didn’t know what it meant. At times I’ve been very uncomfortable when questioning news that seems off to me while seemingly everyone else was going along with the official version of events.

    I didn’t know why I sometimes came to conflicting conclusions about different news events I heard about. I knew I wasn’t a negative or suspicious or paranoid person – sometimes I wonder if I’m too optimistic about human nature – but sometimes I felt like I must be inherently a cynical person to see things as I did.

    After hearing this talk, I realized that without having ever heard of psyops or hearing tips like these, over time I’ve employed most of these strategies when listening to or reading news. It’s really just a list of how to be a critical thinker. Do you use any of these tips to analyze the news you see?

    Try using these tips as you listen to news, and you’ll empower yourself by developing better critical thinking skills, while increasing your confidence in your own inner voice.

    Avivah

  • Recovering from Pesach and recognizing what didn’t work for me

    “How was your Pesach?”, I asked a friend a couple of days after the holiday ended, when we bumped into one another out shopping.

    With a weary look, she replied, “Chag mitbach.” (The holiday of the kitchen.)

    That succinctly sums up my experience. I went through cases of meat, chicken and vegetables, and who got to prepare almost all of it? Me.

    Pesach was beautiful. We had two married sons for the first part of the holiday, along with my mother for the first two days, and my mother-in-law and sister-in-law for the entire holiday. We made a second seder and second day holiday meals for them on both ends of the holiday.

    My oldest son came with his family for part of chol hamoed, and then two married daughters came for the end of the holiday.

    It was full, full, full of family and connection. Our newly renovated kitchen and living room very much enhanced the enjoyment of everyone being together, without feeling constricted. It was lovely.

    It was also a huge amount of work.

    With close to twenty people for every meal for a week and a half (we have a holiday meal each day of chol hamoed), it meant a lot of time spent daily preparing food for everyone while taking care of my children and trying to spend time with my grandchildren.

    In order to accomplish what I needed to, I got up between 4 – 4:30 am the three days before Pesach so that I could make headway before the kids were awake. All other days except the first and last day of Pesach, I began at 6, with one late morning beginning at 7 am. I spent the next six to eight hours in the kitchen cooking while taking care of the kids.

    Since I began eating carnivore, it’s been over a year since I had any lower back pain, but for several days my back was letting me know I was doing too much.

    I enjoy cooking, I’m fast, efficient and organized – but it was a lot. I’m thinking about what I can do differently for the future to be able to spend more time with the people who are here, rather than spending time taking care of their needs. I’ve spoken to a few people who are at or past this stage in life to get suggestions from them. They all told me that it’s an impossible amount of work and I must have help from other people. The question is what to do to get help.

    Obviously it’s on me to communicate my needs more effectively and ask for more help. At the same time, I have to accept that even with good communication, the help may fall short of what is needed.

    I asked several of our married children for feedback on how we could make this more workable.

    One daughter and daughter-in-law suggested asking people to bring their own sheets and to make their own beds. The teens set up all the guest rooms so having each couple keep a set of sheets for their use here will significantly cut down on the work the boys do to get ready. I had close to twenty sets of linen to wash after the holiday just from guests (not including our immediate nine family members), and I’m still working through that laundry!

    Another daughter said it’s easier for people to work in their own kitchens than help out in someone else’s kitchen, and I could ask them to each bring some prepared food to contribute. I’m a bit reluctant on that front. Most of our married children are coming by bus, and already shlepping a lot of things with them. I don’t want them to have even more things to load them down.

    I’ve realized that for me, the work is the secondary issue. When we had guests who were around when I was working, even if they couldn’t actively help out because they were taking care of their children, I didn’t feel any frustration at all. It felt much different than when someone showed up right before the meal. I recognize that I feel unappreciated and taken for granted when people are only around during the meal, and this is the bigger issue for me than the work itself.

    My day to day life is so full and with the holiday being non stop work, a week later I still feel depleted. The more a person gives, the more they need to replenish themselves, and I am aware that my self-nurturing input is way out of proportion to my caring for others output. I need to rebalance that, but it takes emotional energy to make the effort to do more self-care. For today, I’m going to get information about local yoga classes and a retreat for mothers in the summer, and take a nap later in the morning.

    Avivah

  • Setting limits on gift giving

    Tonight I got a call from a parent of my eight year old son’s class. She was tasked with calling all the parents to collect the money for Purim gift baskets for the teachers.

    There was an evening event for mothers last week, and no one mentioned the class gift so I assumed that this year I’d make my own gift baskets for the teachers. By the time I got the call, I had completed my order for everything I needed and it was too late to cancel my order.

    However, I always participate with the class gifts, even though they are for the morning and afternoon staff, and my son is only present for the mornings. So I asked how much it would be.

    “250 shekels”, she said.

    I got a call the day before about contributing to the class baskets for ds12’s same size class in the same school, and you know how much it was? 100 shekels. Totally fine.

    I told her that 250 shekels is way too much. I feel responsible in part for these spiraling prices because until a year ago, they were asking 150 shekels from each parent. At the mother’s evening last year they were hesitating about the price, and asked me and the other woman I was with if they should charge 150 or 200. The woman next to me said ‘200’ and I agreed it was fine with me. We were the first people asked and if we had said it was too much, it would have been adjusted accordingly.

    In the moment I felt it was okay because I had the money and it didn’t cause me financial strain. But it caused the bar to be raised, and it’s likely it caused others to feel pressured. When they collected for the end of the year gifts and said they wanted 200 shekels from each family, I told them that I was wrong to agree earlier in the year to a higher price and they needed to hold the bar at 150 shekels.

    Well, obviously that didn’t happen and the bar was raised again.

    I very clearly expressed why I won’t contribute: it’s too much money and it puts pressure on parents and there has to be a limit. The person calling agreed with me completely and said she wished that I had been one of the first to be asked this year instead of the last, that if someone else had said this earlier on then the price would have been lowered. (Don’t think that everyone will send in the money – they won’t, they will act as if it’s fine with them and then not pay.)

    I like to participate with group efforts and of course no one wants to look like they’re being cheap. In this case I’m not worried about how people look at me – for years I’ve consistently contributed willingly and promptly. I genuinely feel like someone has to put their foot down and I’m willing to be that person.

    What will I send to the teachers instead? I’ve bought gold metal baskets and will include in each a large bottle of natural grape juice, a family size bag of hamantaschen and some fruit. I may add a can of tuna or some other canned good. I’ll wrap it nicely in cellophane and ribbons, and it will look lovely.

    It’s a beautiful thing to be generous but it’s easy to be swayed by your concern of what people will think of you. It’s so easy to go beyond your limits when it comes to gift giving because of how you want to be perceived. Be honest with yourself: does it feel good to you, or do you feel you’re overly stretching yourself? Does it give you joy and are you giving in a whole hearted way, or do you feel like you have to even though you’d rather not and it’s too much for you?

    Learning to be honest with yourself and respect your needs and limitations is a really important ability to develop. See requests such as these as opportunities to be respectful and loving of yourself, rather than putting the wants of others before yourself.

    Avivah