From Courtney Naliboff:
I want to break free from my maternity pants! The feeling seems to be mutual. Even with a full panel, they are trying to break free from me. Rocked the plumber’s crack doing yard work today. Why won’t it warm up so I can spend the last few weeks of my pregnancy drifting around in muu muus???
From Alina Adams:
Like I wrote in my piece about God smiting me with shingles, I have got to exit out of my compulsion to overwork and learn how to relax. I figure I should get the hang of it… in 40 years or so.
From Kerry Newman:
I’d like to break free from worrying that every little thing that my child does now is a sign of the adult he will become in the future. Though logically I know that one incident of backtalk will not relegate him to a lifetime of defying authority figures, in the hyper-charged parenting culture in which we live, it can be difficult for such logic to prevail.
On a much lighter note, it would also be nice to break free from having to say, “Why is there pee all over the bathroom floor?” at least once a day. A mom of sons can dream right?
From Rabbi Carrie Vogel:
I love Passover. The story telling, the rituals, the structure of preparing–I love everything about it. Yet this year, I approach Passover with less enthusiasm than I have in the past.
As I write this, I am just seven days short of my aunt’s first yartzeit. In the last 358 days, both my grandmother and her sister also died, leaving both sides of my family feeling fragile and incomplete. Couple that with some emotional ups and downs on the waiting-to-adopt roller coaster and what I most want to break free from…is last year.
Yes, last year was great in a lot of ways and I am extremely appreciative for all of the good people and things in our lives. But I also want to be honest and say that some parts of last year were pretty tough. We’ve been stuck in a narrow place for much of the past year and I am ready to move forward!
What’s your exodus this year? Let us know tweeting @Kveller with #WhatsYourExodus.