
You can be doing everything right… and still feel completely empty inside. You can be doing everything right… and still feel completely empty inside.I know because I lived it. And recently in Yerushalayim, a young man came to my table with a question that hit me so deeply it brought everything back — the numbness,…

You ever have one of those days where your mind feels like it has 57 browser tabs open, everything running slow, random music playing from who-knows-where… and you’re just trying to remember what you forgot? Deadlines.Messages.Notifications.Things you meant to do.Things you forgot to do.Things you’re avoiding doing. That was me a little while ago.My brain…

Struggling to Feel Growing up, I always had a hard time connecting to the Three Weeks, the Nine Days, and especially Tisha B’Av. The mourning. The restrictions. The heaviness. I tried to feel something — but couldn’t. Part of it was that I didn’t fully understand what we were mourning. I mean, I grew up…

A man walks into Macy’s and wins a 10-minute shopping spree. The doors open, the countdown starts… and he takes off running. But instead of heading for the jewelry or electronics, he wastes time and gets distracted picking things up along the way like grabbing socks, gum, and cheap T-shirts. By the time his 10…

You’re already in shul.You might as well daven.You’re already learning.You might as well put your phone away.You already have a gym membership.You might as well use it.You’re already at the gym.You might as well work out. A friend of mine used to say this line all the time:“You’re already here. You might as well.” It…

Most of us aren’t being chased by taskmasters or whipped into labor. But the truth is—we’re still enslaved. Not physically. Mentally. We live with chains you can’t see: fear of failure, low self-worth, and the inner voice that whispers: “You can’t.” “You shouldn’t.” “You’re not enough.” This isn’t just psychology—it’s Mitzrayim. The Hebrew word Mitzrayim comes from meitzar—a…

It starts with who—and what—you surround yourself with. Every morning, I get to live what feels like the dream. I head to shul a bit early for Shacharit. And I don’t rush out. After davening, I stay. I do Shnayim Mikra, say some Tehillim, whisper a few extra tefilot, and then sit down to learn—with…

The other day, my three-year-old walked into the house like a king returning to his palace. He threw down his bag, kicked off his shoes, and marched straight to his toys without a second thought. It struck me—he had absolute trust that everything he needed would be taken care of. Rent? Electricity? Water? Those concerns…