Day 3 of the #Happychallenge

I’m tired. Today was the third day of Chanukah, and the first major party that I took part in.
Today, what made me happy was my family.
I have them. My parents. My siblings.
They’re all here, and healthy, thank G-d.
Most of us are home for the holiday, except for two, and their spouses and children.
Family is incredible, and I don’t know how people live in the world without their family.
It made me so grateful for the family that I have, knowing that so many people are suffering now, as a result of worldwide terror.
I love you, family.
#happychallenge is easier than I thought.
Bubby, I hope you are watching me try to find the good in each day that comes. This is for you. I’m writing something happy.

Day 2 of the #happychallenge

Day 2 of the #happychallenge:
Today was a long day. But throughout it, there were so many moments that I found the happiness.
I started my day in New York, and I’m ending it in my hometown.
I journeyed in an uber, 2 buses and my fathers car to get here, in time to be home for the 3rd night’s menorah lighting.
Let’s start with one of the first things that made me happy.
My grandfather, who is in his 80’s, asked me to help him on the computer. I followed him up the stairs which he went up quickly, and I found myself not being to believe that this man was in his eighties. Thank you, G-d.
Second thing that made me happy was when we were driving over a bridge, in the uber, on the way to the bus station, I saw a wall covered in graffiti letters- not an uncommon sight in NYC. But this time it said “Smile, you’re beautiful”
Graffiti is always a work of art, but this was an especially beautiful one.
The third thing that made me smile was when I was finally on the last leg home, my sister and I joined the rush hour crowd on our second bus.
As we neared our stop, and the bus emptied, we overheard the conversations between the passengers. They were asking each other about their lives, being that they see each other every day.
Stranger camaraderie makes me happy, always.
The fourth thing that made me happy, and I mean laugh until I cried, was being home with my family again, and spending time with my sisters.
There is so much good in this world. We just have to tell others about the good, instead of only telling about the bad.

#HappinessChallenge DAY ONE

Hey, Bubby, I’m writing something happy. (reference to prior post)

#happychallenge Day 1:

I started off Chanukah not feeling super excited. I wasn’t home with my family, I didn’t have any big parties to attend. I also had work to go to the next day, and I couldn’t take a break from my responsibilities. I had a phone meeting scheduled with one of my teachers to talk about my progress in the online course that I’m taking. In my lazy, un-interested, un-holiday like mood, I sat down for the meeting, ready for it to be a quick, protocol call.
Somehow in conversation, I brought up the fact that it’s Chanukah and that my schedule would be a little up in the air.
My teacher, although not Jewish, was so encouraging about me spending time with my family and not worrying about school this week. He asked me questions about the holiday and related that he had a childhood friend that was Jewish, and he was always so jealous of all his late night parties, for eight days straight.
I grew up, and continue to grow, in a world that is filled with antisemitism.  I don’t have to elaborate and make this depressing by mentioning all the incidents. Wherever I go, I feel a slight fear that someone will call me out for my religion, or hurt me for it.
It was nice to feel Jewish pride instead.
I never mentioned blatantly to my online teachers that I was Jewish. I didn’t find it necessary, and what if they hated Jews and would fail me on my course for that reason?
The positive reaction from my teacher filled me gave me the Chanukah cheer that I was so desperate for earlier.
The world has hope. We just have to find all the people who put love before hate.
This is my first day of discovering the happy amidst the sad in honor of the holiday of light.