It’s been very difficult to stay motivated at work lately, which means I’ve lost all sense of structure. By this week, it had me feeling all over the place mentally so I’ve been working to incoporate routine back into my life. It’s helped that I have to keep to a training schedule for my upcoming 10K. As my runs get longer, it forces me to block out time to get them done…which got me in the habit of blocking out the rest of my day (meetings, non-meeting work, errands, etc.). It certainly helps that it’s no longer the dead of winter and I’m less prone to couch potato-ness.
We’re deep into Passover now and this year, the holiday takes on a whole new meaning. While Passover commemorates and celebrates the Jewish people’s escape from bondage in Egypt, hostages are still being held by Hamas. They deserve to be free. Beyond that, we are watching expressions of protest explode across college campuses – the country’s most elite universities – that are no longer peaceful. I can respect the right to protest geopolitical conflict, but I must condemn when that turns into violence targeting members of a *religion* because the protesters believe people of that religious minority represent the conflict. It is in no way the same. Protesting a country’s politics is not the same as calling for “death to the Jews” or holding signs pointing to Hamas’ [a terrorist organization] “next target.” [nearby Jewish students] The Jewish people are spread out across the globe; while almost all feel a connection and need for Israel, they do not represent its government and should not be blocked from the steps of their university in the same manner of the Nazis decades ago. All of our Jewish friends left the city for the holiday/spring break this year and Finn goes to bed by 7:30 so it’s not like we were going to rage at a party seder like we often do. Still, it was extra important for me to host a seder (both of them, actually) this year for just myself and my amazing Catholic ally husband. I am proud to be Jewish and will remain so. Next year in Jerusalem.
Finn got his first taste of lemonade. We recently stopped at our fave, Harlem Shake, for a treat of a weekend lunch and gave Finn an extra goodie – pretty much his first taste of anything not water or milk. He got a lemonade in all its sweet glory and really sucked it down. Don’t you know that on Sunday when he saw Harlem Shake across the street on our way back from the grocery store he begged to go in, saying “I want lemonade AGAIN.” It had been a full week but he doesn’t miss a beat – he remembered his first taste of the good life. On our walk back home he was pretty much the happiest boy ever.
Yesterday was a gorgeous sunny day and I had the good sense to work from a coffee shop. I’m a sucker for good branding so I had to get not one but two drinks based on packaging alone. I was pleasantly surprised by how yummy that Brooklyn Best was (the coffee I was already familiar with and knew would be a delight).
Peaches to Apples 