I don't want to write about the war anymore.
Or about the antisemitism.
Or about the anti-Israel hatred.
Or about bombings, or stabbings, or shootings.
I don't want to write about it anymore, let alone live it anymore.
I don't want to write about air raid sirens and I don't want to take more safe room selfies.
I don't want to talk about rewarding terrorists with state recognition when 48 hostages are still being held in Gaza after being violently ripped from their lives.
I'm sick of talking about the Houthis and Hamas and Gaza and Iran.
I actually want to write about education. I have nearly 15 years of teaching experience. I've taught through a pandemic, war, and AI. I have a lot of ideas and predictions about the future of education and how I see the classroom changing and progressing. I've been working with, guiding, and teaching teachers for a handful of years now... change is evitable. Can we keep up? We have to.
I want to write about being a mother. I want to write about identifying ASD early and our journey learning about "the spectrum". One child with ADHD and one with ASD. Two peas in a pod that are as different as night and day. I'll tell you what, parenting these two is never dull.
In general...
I'm sick of being resilient. I just want to live.
I spent the day listening to music and cooking for Rosh HaShana. It was so freeing and simple. Put on my favorite old skool party jam, crank it up and let the music do the rest.
So I don't know when or how I will end my War Diary. I never thought I would have to write some many entries, but I am so ready to be done.
This Rosh HaShana I pray that you all to have a year filled with good health, happiness, love, and peace both within ourselves and within the world around us.
Gd willing this new year will bring an end to suffering and a start to something beautiful and better than we could even imagine.
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