So, the book about volcanos and climate change is almost ready; the new www.rivkalevy.wcom website is currently being designed by my very talented web expert Yael; we told the landlord that we’re staying put for another six months, so I don’t have to kill myself trying to find a new apartment again.
At least, not until after Pesach.
And it suddenly struck me: life is good.
Which is truly amazing, because up until very recently, I was sure that I’d have to have a whole bunch of things change externally before I’d ever start feeling that way again.
Like, I was sure I’d need to be owning my own home again. I was sure I’d need to have scored at least one ‘success’ professionally. I’d have to have been invited out for a Shabbat meal at least once this year. And that I’d have to go at least a whole week without having to have ‘the chat’ with one of my kid’s principals.
But God is showing me, life can be good even when the outside is as lacking and challenging and annoying as it always seems to be.
As a function of finishing the volcanoes’ book, I’m starting to realise how blessed I am that I can get a kosher goat’s yogurt from my local supermarket. I’m starting to understand what a miracle it is, that I can afford a car, know how to drive, and can also afford the petrol required to run it. I’m starting to see that my bed – that super-simple, super-cheap wooden bed from Ikea – is a masterpiece of engineering.
That it’s amazing that I have hot water every morning, without having to wait hours for the sun to heat the water tank on the roof.
Each time when it strikes me that I still like spending time with my husband, and miss his company, even though we’ve been married for 21 years already, I say a small thank you to Hashem.
I still want to stay married!!! Life is good!!!
Life is so good, I finally bought myself a new box of watercolour paints and I’m even making a bit of time to paint again.
Life is so good, I love my parents and siblings, and I talk to them on a regular basis, and not because I have to, but because I want to.
Life is so good, my teenagers are still challenging me with hard questions, and with different perspectives, and with their ideas about life, universe and everything.
Thank God, they want to even talk to me! Thank God, they feel comfortable telling me stuff that is not always what I want to hear. Thank God, even the times when I don’t want to hear it, God somehow helps me to keep my mouth shut, so I won’t put them off from opening up again in the future.
Life is good.
I still don’t own a house in Jerusalem. I still haven’t hit the bestsellers’ list on Amazon. I still haven’t found a community I belong to, or figured out how to iron shirts properly, so I don’t end up creasing the sleeves.
But so what?
Life is good!
And long may it continue this way.