The blog I never write

This is the blog that I never write. I have had this blog since I started law school. This summer I finished law school – I have written less then forty entries in three years into the blog I never write. I did not write about my pregnancy or my birth, even though I am an avid read of birth blogs.

I have found myself to be fundamentally incapable of doing something I enjoy, but which I do no have to do.  Any project/hobby that I have ever started I have abandoned. This blog lies alongside every knitting project I never finished.

I am proficient at completing my “responsibilities” – and there it ends!  This perhaps was the reason I found fundamentalist religion so appealing – it took away the choice. My spiritual/ritual life became a responsibility – I did not see observing shabbat or pray as a choice.

I love the idea of this blog, I love its title, I love everything about it.  Except I do not write in it – despite a strong urge to write, and yet I do not.

It is hardest to do what we want and not what we must. What would it be like if I did one thing I wanted (0ne active thing – procrastination activities like watching all seven seasons of Buffy do not county).

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About Sotah

I am a young lawyer, a writer and a mom to a baby girl. I have three wishes: 1. Write a book, a short story, write something. My writing like my knitting projects are all unfinished. 2. Talk to God - aka have a profound revelatory spiritual experience, where I will know myself in the presence of the Divine. 3. Heal from the c-section birth of my baby - and have another baby someday, and a birth of wonder and awesomeness, a healing birth whatever corporal form it will take.
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3 Responses to The blog I never write

  1. Chana says:

    dear sotah, your words are gift to the world, you only need to write them down for their magic to be spread :)

  2. P. says:

    I came to your blog via your “will of God/leaving orthodoxy” post – that my friend, was something powerful. I have deep, deep issues with Judaism in general, Orthodoxy in particular, as the God that is hinted at therein “amounts” to so much more of a Person than just the covenant with the Jewish people – I don’t think it’s my mere intuition that Torah need not exhaust His Will to be true, any more than one painting can exhaust an artist intents – or even all work by an artist.
    And Judaism doesn’t exhaust who I am. I don’t belong here. I don’t belong Jewish. I’m a Ger of ten years, and I don’t belong here and it’s destroying me. The kinds of arguments for exclusivity made by Orthodoxy I find made in various forms by so many other faiths and philosophies – even the “argument from Sinai ” doesn’t militate against other encounters, let alone texts (it doesn’t even argue for “The Torah” – only for the encounter; it even seems to presume comparable encounters). I grew up in a staunchly feminist, single-parent home and actually stiffled my awareness of gender issues in Judaism as I adopted it – finally it just broke, I’m glad to see you writing on it…

    I know this is all rambly, but it’s erev Shabbat and I just wanted to thank you for writing your blog, and ask that you maybe just post now and again – don’t give it up entirely! (If you like I will share my blog with you). I will course through it a bit more before I start for tonight. You mention graduating law school in DC – who knows, we might have even met – I worked an area law school for 2.5 years (in a kippah), last October and still work on the same campus. Be well!

  3. P. says:

    Oh Dang, you just mentioned Buffy. Be my friend.

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