I wrote it, I published it in the last couple of hours of the week, and called it a day.

I didn’t share it on my facebook like I usually did. I didn’t attach a photo. I even forgot to write what number blog post it was.

I was really close to skipping it altogether. In fact, in my mind, I was already writing this weeks post, all about how I finally missed a week.

But my heart, my soul, my words wouldn’t let me cop out.

So, I put everything aside and got it done.

It wasn’t great. I wouldn’t even say it was good.

But sometimes, life demands everything you have.

Sometimes things get so busy that hobbies, projects, and pretty much anything selfish has to take a back burner for a while.

And I came really close to breaking my blogging streak. Before camp started, I could count on one hand how many times I’d skipped my daily morning prayers in the last 3 years. Since camp started, I don’t have enough fingers to count.

Sometimes, life demands everything you have.

But I didn’t want it to take this.

I’ve been blogging weekly for 43 weeks now.

In a big way, it’s selfish. I don’t expect anyone to care if I miss a week. I don’t expect anyone to care to hear my thoughts. So it’s pretty much entirely selfish.

But then, there are those times that my writing reaches a soul, and it transforms that piece of writing for me.

And this week, someone texted me after Shabbat to tell me that they were quite alarmed when they thought I had missed a week.

And my heart sang.

Because it is moments like that that assure me that I am not yelling into the abyss.

Yes, these blog posts are selfish.

I was so close to not writing one at all last week. My brain was too full of schedules and games, to-do lists and errands to find any creative words floating around.

But then, in the quiet night, I sat and I reflected and I wrote.

And it put everything into perspective.

I didn’t push that blog post, I didn’t share it on Facebook. Almost nobody saw it.

But I did. I reflected. I wrote. It put my exhausting week into order, it reminded me of what it was all for.

With just a week and a half left to camp, I will be able to give my blog more attention soon.

But for now, I couldn’t skip a week, because for one moment, I had to be selfish.

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