Maintaining and cultivating a Jewish household is important to me. Naturally, everyone has different ideas of what that means, but celebrating Jewish holidays is a cornerstone of what my Jewish household means. We will celebrate other holidays at other people’s houses, much like we celebrate another person’s birthday though it is not our own.
Passover is a difficult week for me. Though I always look forward to the Seder, I dread the rest of the week. Bread is a staple of our diet (heck, my husband has a small bread-baking business!), and we both essentially eat as vegetarians at home. Passover meal planning is difficult, and I crave bread and pasta and oatmeal all week. I know there are people who like matzah just fine, but I am not one of them.
I broke my fast for Yom Kippur at 11:00 a.m. with a chocolate peanut butter brownie while waiting my latest new prescription to be filled at the pharmacy. I did not go to the Kol Nidre service for the first time since I returned to Judaism as an adult; I was so worn out physically and emotionally after yet another trip to the doctor that I was in bed before the service had even started. I did not go to the synagogue today because it hurts to sit on my comfortable sofa let alone a normal chair. It would seem that I already have much to atone for next year, and the Jewish year has just begun.