“It’s a schlep and a half.”
I can still remember years ago, when my roommate from college was sitting on her bed in our dorm and using that phrase. It was never just a schlep. She had to add a little extra.
At the time, it was funny and I laughed, but now I think to myself, how many of us feel like we are schlepping along in life?
I look around and see people running around, busying themselves til they drop. No one wants to even stop to think because we are afraid to sit alone in our silence.
We are all schlepping along, and while we complain about it, we are sort of doing it to ourselves.
I’m tired of schlepping along. Aren’t you?
When I wake up, instead of feeling like I’m dragging my feet, I want to rise, happy to serve G-d.
Are we just alive, or are we really living? The question is a matter of perspective.
Whether a bag of rocks feels heavy or not depends on if the rocks are boulders or diamonds. Do our children feel like they are our burden – getting in the way of our to-do list and a clean house – or our joy and purpose for living? Is the Torah a gift from Hashem, or a list of restrictions? I don’t want to just schlep. Let’s put some spring into our step and walk joyfully.
