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Uncategorized October 3, 2011

8 Steps To Your Favorite New Year’s Resolution

Jews are lucky.  We
get two birthdays – our Hebrew date and our solar calendar date.  We get upwards of 10 holidays throughout the
year, separate from legal holidays.  And
we get to fail at our New Year’s Resolutions twice – once at January 1st,
and again at the Jewish New Year in September!
How to beat the odds? 
In 8 steps, that’s how.
1.       Choose what you’re good at.
Most folks invariably make doomsday mistake
#1: they pick what they’re bad at.  Fail
continuously at dieting?  Resolve to lose
weight!  Have an awful relationship with
your in-laws?  Resolve to be nice to
them!  Consistently lose your temper with
your kids!  Resolve to be more patient!
While these goals are lofty and admirable,
they are bad choices for one reason: they will never work.
Choose something you’re already good at, but resolve to upgrade
it in quality or quantity.  Or,
similarly, choose something you’ve been jonesing to do for awhile, want to do,
and know you can do, but needed a poke in the ribs.  This is it. 
New Year’s is your poke.
Example:
You
have a good marriage, but have noticed yourself slipping in disparaging your
spouse to others, all in a jokey way. 
You know you can reign this in, and really want to. 
2.       Pinpoint an action.
Saying, “I’m going to be more healthful” is
super nice, but until you make it a specific VERB it won’t mean much in the
real world.  Try: I’m only going to spend
$5 a week on junk food.  Or: I’m going to
join a produce food share.  Or: I’m going
to move my computer upstairs so I have to do the stairs several times a
day.  Those are actions!
Example:
In
your marriage resolution, the action might be: I’m going to order a set of CD’s
on marriage improvement and keep it in my car. 
Or: I’m going to use the words “sweetie” or “honey” more often.  Or: I’m going to call relative x, who’s been
happily married for 50 years, and ask her if I can come over to do an informal
interview and get some nuggets of wisdom. 
Note the verbs: order, use, call. 
They are practical actions that you can visualize yourself doing today.
3.       Make it specific.
Now that you have an action, make it more
specific.  You’re going to join a food
share?  When will you call?  Whom will you call?  Where will you store it?  Get as nitty-gritty as you can – it will save
you heartache later instead of having your resolution die a slow death of
neglect and ambiguity.  You’re going to
move your computer upstairs?  When?  To where?  
Is there space?  Think all the
details through.
Example:
From
whom will you order the CD’s?  Do you
need to do research on a good recommendation? 
Are you going to be more mushy in public, or just in private?  Which relative will you call, and when?  Do you have time for the interview, or is
this just wishful thinking?  You know you’ve
accomplished this step when you have a plausible to-do item that is on your
list or in your calendar.
4.       Limit by time.
Don’t leave your resolution
open-ended.  How much time will you spend
on this?  If your resolution is to be
more patient with a co-worker, give yourself a time-frame: from 9-10 am, you
will work on your attitude.  Or if your
resolution is to call your mother-in-law once a week, pinpoint your time-frame:
Friday mornings, for a maximum of 10 minutes.
Also set a deadline by which you will stop
and re-assess if this resolution is the right one: ie, after a month, or
six.  The length of time is less
important than that you are giving yourself a kosher endpoint to stop and take
stock.  At that point you may choose to
scrap and start over – hopefully you’ll have learned something in the
process.  Or you may choose to upgrade
again.  Or even to continue exactly what
you’re doing.
Example:
“I
will listen to the CD’s for 10 minutes a day, when I’m on my way to my 3:30
carpool.  Or, I will be especially kind
on Sunday mornings, from 8-9 am (try it at a time that you’re awake for a
greater challenge).  I will try my
program for two months.”
Now
set a reminder on your iphone or Blackberry or whatever – both to remind yourself to
do it, and to let yourself know when your endpoint approaches.
5.       Limit by place.
Don’t expect yourself to abide by
your resolution everywhere.  We all have
times that we’re away from home, not on our own schedules, and are otherwise
not in control of life’s details.  Build
that right into your resolution so it doesn’t throw you. 
Example: only going to spend $5 a
week on junk food?  What about when you’re
away on vacation?  Will you be
exempt?  Will you up your allowance to
$10 a week?  Make these decisions in
advance.  Going to call your
mother-in-law every Friday?  What about
when you’re traveling for business? 
It’s fine to limit your resolution
to only apply when you’re home, when you’re eating at your own table, or in
your car.  It’s even better – both because
you’re making your resolution that much more attainable, and because you’re
planning for the unexpected  – which will
happen regularly.  One year, I resolved
not to make phone calls when I was driving a child to or from an appointment,
but only if that child was the only other person in the car besides me.  This would be my private time with that
child.  Had I resolved to not be on the
phone when my kids were around, my resolution would’ve died eons ago.  As it stands, I still am in full observance
of that resolution, made a number of years ago – because it was so very
specific and limited.
Example:
“I
will work on my marriage in the car listening to the CD’s.  If I’m driving someone else’s car to carpool,
I will not hold myself responsible.” 
Or,
“I will be more cognizant of my language while at the breakfast table.  Or, when we go out with friends to venue x, I
will be especially aware to build my spouse with positive language, and not be
denigrating.”

 Specify the place where your resolution will
happen.

6.       Write it down.
No, not in your head.  Not in your computer.  Not even in your iphone.  Take an index card or piece of PAPER, and a
good ol’ fashioned PEN, and write it down. 
Next, TAPE it somewhere  you will
see it every morning: on your alarm clock, on the mirror in your bathroom, in
your underwear drawer.
Example:
“I
will use especially soft language to my spouse like ‘sweetie’ and ‘honey’ every
morning as we are getting ready to leave the house, from 8:00 am-8:30 am.  I have set myself a reminder in my
phone.  I will only do this when we are
home.  I will try it for one month, then
reassess.”
Now
tape it to your bathroom mirror.

7.       Share it with someone who loves you.
Make a copy of your index card or
paper and give it to someone who loves you. 
No need to shout it from the rooftops, and also not smart to share it
with the butt of your resolution, but definitely make yourself externally
accountable by sharing it with someone who really wants you to succeed: your
spouse (unless you’re working on that relationship), a good, trustworthy and
discreet friend, a sister.
Example:
Make
a copy of your marriage resolution and share it with a close sibling or
girlfriend who also has a good marriage and truly wants you to succeed – but won’t
share it with others.

8.       Set yourself a consequence.
When (not if) you slip, you will give yourself a consequence.  Determine what that consequence will be
now.  It should be a proactive action –
not a “refraining from” kind of thing.
Good: I will unplug the TV for ½ hour.
Bad: I won’t watch my favorite show.
Good: I will send a $10 donation to a cause I
disagree with.
Bad: I will skip my favorite Starbucks drink.

Good: I will spend ½ hour folding laundry [insert
your least favorite chore here].  This is
actually very good, because your household benefits.
Bad: I will do my resolution for longer tomorrow
(the time frame you chose is just right; if you couldn’t swing it today, don’t
expect yourself to surpass your original expectations tomorrow).
Example:
If I flub up my half
hour, I will spend an extra fifteen minutes prepping my spouse’s favorite
salad/dessert/picking up something special for him that day.
***
Now you see what you can do
How to choose to see this through
Try the steps, one through eight,
See how soon you celebrate!
Let me know how it goes!
Uncategorized October 2, 2011

Young, Thin, and Happy

I wrote this post two years ago.
Today is my father’s 31st yahrtzeit.
If you might do a mitzvah in his memory (Moshe ben Aryeh Leibish), it would be truly a kindness.


Last night I dreamed of my father. He’s been gone for 29 years so I
rarely dream of him anymore. It’s not his yahrtzeit. Not his birthday.
Anniversary. I wasn’t even really thinking about him much.

In my dream he was 30. Young, thin, and happy. We were in the little 2×4
summer bungalow that my family used to rent each summer in Monticello, NY.
He was in the kitchen making me breakfast. We didn’t even say anything to
each other. But there we were, connected. Ever read the play, “Our Town”?
That’s how it was. Except I was in it, not reading it.

When I woke up, I knew that there had been a connection between my dad and
me. I don’t know the nature of this connection. Was it spiritual?
Emotional? Psychological? Wishful thinking? But it was there,
nevertheless. It was real.
If he would still be alive today, he wouldn’t be young. Probably not
thin. Maybe even not happy. I look around at people my age with dads.
Relationships are complicated. But in my world, my dad will always be
frozen at 30. Young, thin, and happy. Taking care of me. In that little
one-story cocoon in Monticello, NY.

Uncategorized September 28, 2011

Shana Tova and Blogging Breaks

May all of my dear readers experience a wonderful, happy, healthy, sweet new year.

This time of year, cliches are very welcome.  They’re called “traditions.”

Thank you, all, for making my blogging adventures so very rewarding.

Won’t be blogging tomorrow or Friday… and big blogging break coming up October 12- November 6 due to the Sukkot holiday rolling right into my upcoming trip to Israel!

Lots to talk about meanwhile, and upon my return!

Shana Tova – may it be a good year!

Love,

Ruchi
OOTOB

Uncategorized September 28, 2011

But I Don’t Want to Spend Summer on a Sand Dune

Roni Sokol is a fellow woman, Jew, blogger, and comedienne.  Her blog, Mommy in Law, is hilarious, and usually kosher.  And here’s her tale:
The year was 1985. Yup, I know, some of you weren’t even born yet. Well, I was born and I was actually 19 years old.  It was May. My girlfriends said “Hey, let’s go backpacking around Europe!” and I said “Yeah, cool!” In true teenage form, I never even considered the cost. 
So, I asked my parents for the cash and my request was met with a resounding “NO!” They would NOT pay for me to go “bum it” around Europe all summer. No way! That would not teach a work ethic or the value of money or … whatever other lessons they felt they needed to teach me.
But, my mother (a native Israeli) said (in her deep, thick, accented voice) “The only place I will pay for you to go is ISRAEL (pronounced by her as YIS RAH EL!) For this, I will pay!!”  Now, I was not raised religious in any sense of the word. Being sent to Israel was always used as a threat in our household. For example: “Keep complaining about the dinner and I’ll send you to Israel so you can see what famine looks like!” or “You better stop ditching classes or we’ll send you to Israel where you’ll have to live in a tent on a sand dune and you’ll learn to appreciate what you have!” or “All you do is lay on the beach! I have a right mind to send you to Israel where you’ll have to fight in the army and learn about RESPONSIBILITY!” 
So naturally, when my mother made this offer to me, it was made without any intention of the offer being accepted.  In fact, I answered “NO!!!” and proceeded to slam my bedroom door.  But then my father took me aside and advised me to go. I asked in a whimper: “But what about the sand dunes?” He said “Go, you’ll have the time of your life.”  And slowly, he talked me into it.
So I approached my mother and said “OK, I’ll go.”  She said “go where?” I said “to Israel (pronounced by me as “IS REAL”). She was dumbstruck. She had never expected this. She was kind of stuck now. She reluctantly agreed.
So I went  for two weeks in summer of 1985 (with a cousin whom I promptly ditched). I got off that plane and saw things I’d never seen before–people actually kissing the pavement as they exited the plane, boys and girls my age combing the streets in military garb with actual UZIs strapped to their waists, a wild and fun night life in Tel Aviv and Jerusalem and some incredible sites. And best of all, I didn’t have to sleep on a sand dune! (Actually, I never even saw a sand dune!)
It’s really impossible to explain the effect that Israel has on a person (especially a Jewish person) until you get there. It’s kind of like trying to explain childbirth to someone who’s never had a baby. It’s something one needs to experience on his or her own.
I don’t know what it was about Israel that sucked me in. I’m pretty sure it was not the rotary phones that they still used when I was there, or the fact that the TV had only one station, or the fact that you couldn’t find a piece of ice anywhere in that country to save your life and you had to drink your Coke warm, or the fact that the toilet paper was purple and felt like sandpaper. In addition, my experience was not necessarily “religious.”
I think it was the people. The attitude. And the way it felt to be around my own kind, to be in the majority for the first time ever, to be in a place where “Jewish” describes everyone and not just a teeny portion of the population. There is something very welcoming and comforting about being with people who share your history. I felt like I was at home.
The two weeks went by very quickly. I became acquainted and reacquainted with lots of family and spent hours touring the country. And then it was time to go back. My flight was scheduled to leave the next morning. I picked up that rotary phone and dialed the 25 digits I needed to dial to reach my parents in Los Angeles. I told them “Send clothes, I’m not coming back.” And I cancelled my return flight.
To Be Continued…
Uncategorized September 27, 2011

A Chicken?? Really?? Kapparos in 2011

Follow my instructions exactly:

Take one chicken.

Hold it by its wings.

Move it around your head in a circle, halo-style, three times.

Now say this:

“This is my exchange, this is my substitute, this is my atonement. This rooster/hen will go to its death (or this money will go to charity), while I will enter and proceed to a good long life and to peace.”

Now give the chicken to a kosher slaughterer (shoichet) and donate the chicken to charity.

Nice!  You’ve just done the ritual called “kapparos” – pronounced “ka-PUH-ros” (long “o”).  Or, in Yiddish, shlugged kapparos.

Allow me to qualify a few points:

1. This is a custom, that is traditionally done around Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur.  NOT a law.  There’s a big difference.

2. Many have the custom to perform this ritual with money that will go to charity instead of a chicken that will go to charity.  Back in the day, fowl was currency.  It’s cool to continue traditions exactly as they were done back in the day; it certainly enhances preservation of our faith.  But the point is charity, so if you’re squeamish, vegan, or a germaphobe, money is the way to go.

3. The chicken is not harmed or mistreated.  They are handled at least as well as regular chickens are handled for normal food consumption.  If the way chickens are handled for normal food consumption bothers you, I am sorry, but that is a whole ‘nother blog.

4. The concept is that the consequences of our misdeeds can be symbolically transferred to the animal, and simultaneously, wake us up to the reality that our deeds indeed do have consequences, in a very technicolor way.  By sacrificing it (or anything of value) to charity, we have the priceless opportunity to gain absolvement for those misdeeds.  Caveat: if you do kapparos, and keep on sinning, you’ve just wasted a chicken and your time.  This ain’t no presto-chango hoojie woojie – it’s supposed to be a supplementary device in the general repentance toolbox.

5. Interested in trying it out?  Let me know… I can work it out for ya.

Ever tried kapparos??  What was your experience?

Uncategorized September 25, 2011

The K9 Hora Club

Fascinating how, no matter how secular a Jew may be, there are some things everyone knows.

Like, Jews don’t have baby showers.

Has your Jewish grandmother ever done odd things like spit when someone offers her beautiful grandbaby a compliment?  Or say stuff like, “poo poo poo!!”  Or tie a red string around the crib?

If so, congrats. You are part of the K9 Hora club.  And, uh, no relation to the “hora” that you dance at a bar mitzvah.

Let’s start with some ulpan.

The phrase K9 Hora actually stems from three words smushed together (is smushed a Yiddish word too?  When I was little I always thought “smorgasbord” and “farfetched” were Yiddish) – and I’d like to credit my source – a very cute kenohora article right here.  And just try to google kenohora – there about 613 ways to spell it.

Which is why I like my way: K9 Hora. It almost looks English.

So the three words are: kein, the Yiddish word for no or negating, ayin, Hebrew for eye, and hara, Hebrew for Evil.

What is an Evil Eye?  Are Jews superstitious??  Is God out to get us?  Why does Madonna wear a red string?

In order:
I’ll tell you.
No.
No.
And  on principle, I don’t speak for Madonna.

What’s an Evil Eye?
Jews generally earn the Divine Protection of G-d – by default.  Not necessarily because we earn it, but because He loves us.  However, there are some ways to invalidate this protection, and one of them is by flaunting our blessings in a way that makes others uncomfortable or envious.  In a way that is excessive.  Then G-d pulls out His ledgers and checks us out.  Audits us.  And may very well say: “Hey – if you don’t really deserve your blessings, but no one’s getting hurt… OK.  But if your being in-your-face with My gifts, I may have to retract them.”

So this is called the Evil Eye – of other people in our lives, viewing our gifts with a negative eye.  Now, if there’s anything smart Jews want to do, it’s protect their assets.  So us Jews have gone completely extreme with protecting ourselves from Evil Eye – in some interesting ways.

Like when someone compliments your beautiful granddaughter, to spit and say, “Ew!  She’s so ugly!” which is code for “Get your evil eyes far away from me!”

This is not really my way.

The Torah states that if you buy into being victim to this whole dynamic, you will, indeed become susceptible to it.  And if you don’t, if you trust G-d, act normal, don’t flaunt your blessings, and share your goodness with others, you will continue to merit G-d’s Divine Protection.

It’s might seem easier, though, to just omit the baby shower, hang up a hamsa, wear a red string.  But those are shortcuts – not accessing the real state of faith that offers protection from the Evil Eye.

By the way, this is also why some people won’t share news of a pregnancy till it’s obvious or say how many kids or grandkids they have, and why some will otherwise downplay their blessings.

Me, I prefer to say “Thank G-d.” It’s positive – and focuses on my gratitude.  With Divine assistance, this will be the protection I need.

Uncategorized September 23, 2011

The Jewish Family Experience (JFX)

I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to blog about JFX.

JFX is an organization that my husband and I and some friends began 7 years ago.  We were back in Cleveland after having lived in Israel and Buffalo Grove, IL, and were running some Torah classes with some folks that my husband had met at bris ceremonies.  And they said:  “Who knew Judaism was so cool???  Will you teach our kids?”

And we said: “Yes!”

And JFX was born.

At this point we run 10 different kinds of programs such as Sunday school, Shabbat events, Bnei mitzvah, holiday celebrations, classes of all kinds, and Israel trips.  And that’s all very cool, and you can check it all out on our (shameless promo) website: www.jewishfamilyexperience.org.  Be sure to check out the blog too – it’s fun.

But that’s just the face of JFX.  There’s a whole other part to us:  the soul.

Basically, we’re a family.  A community.  My husband and I, we’re like the parents.  And then there’s all this extended family.  They’re all my friends.  We like hanging out with each other.  We invite them for Shabbos and they invite each other.  We take care of each other in joys and sorrows.  No, we’re not all the same.  Some keep Shabbat and some go to Vegas Friday night.  Some keep kosher and others… don’t.  Some don’t gossip and some wear skirts.  Some kids’ go to day school and some to Hawken and some to public school.  Some wear kippahs and some lay tefillin and some are atheists.  But, I dunno, it works.

We’re not afraid to tackle some serious issues: G-d?  Developing a relationship with Him?  Why do bad things happen to good people?  Why do good people do bad things?

And we all are investing our kishkes into our kids.  Making sure they stay Jewish.  Making sure they love it.  Making sure they find it cool, fun, and awesome.  Making sure they know the Rabbi’s cell phone number.

JFX is so special to me.  I feel humbled and loved and enveloped and grateful.

JFX… I love you.