I missed Shabbat this week. Completely.
Work has been so crazy that by the time Friday rolls around I’m dead tired. The weeks have been feeling both incredibly long and fast. Each day feels like a marathon and yet when Friday hits, I have no idea how it can be Friday already.
Shabbat is usually a welcome rest. Walking to the bakery to get my Challah after work always brings me a calmness that I love. I have this moment of fear before I get there as I wonder if they have run out before I can get there. When I see one Challah left, which is usually the case, I feel so happy!
This week I left work in such a daze on Friday that I didn’t realize it was Sabbath until I got home. I was so wiped that I just sat on the couch. No candles. No challah. No wine. I just sat there. I was really confused about how I could forget to go to the bakery.
I said a little prayer to myself welcoming the Sabbath and then went back to sitting on the couch. I guess I just needed the rest. In a way, I guess I did celebrate Sabbath this week. It’s been a nearly completely restful weekend, which I desperately needed.