Karen Galatz
Journalist, Columnist, Blogger

Gratitude: A Way to Find Comfort Amid Pain

It’s summer, usually a time for merriment, but not this year. This summer, to paraphrase Shakespeare, is the season of our discontent — the long, unrelenting season of COVID-19.

Yet, soon, amid pandemic and political/economic injustice, autumn, that breakneck, breathless season of Jewish renewal and recommitment will arrive. Yes, next month begins the cycle of observations we Jews hold dear — Rosh Hashanah, Yom Kippur, Sukkot, Shemini Atzeret, and Simchat Torah.

Since holidays and festivities still feel far away, I propose we start the renewal and reengagement process of the Jewish holidays early. In fact, I propose we start right now. I propose finding ways — each day — to celebrate and renew our lives. If we don’t, we risk stagnation, discontent, and even depression as we mourn lives lost, illness, and life plans stymied amid shelter in place health requirements and economic hardship.

But how to do it?

In recent days, I admit to succumbing to ennui and sadness. The signs? Overeating, under-exercising, too little work accomplished, too much internal angst, and too much staring at the TV.

To prod myself out of my coronavirus blues, I first thought about my tough-as-nails family. I recalled my brilliant Shakespeare-quoting father forced to quit school in sixth grade to help support his family during the Depression, and my mother’s quiet, enduring mourning for her brother killed in WWII. And I also reflected on the resilience and grace of both parents and my two oldest brothers, who all faced debilitating health problems but still managed to laugh and find joy each day.

Fortified by a strong dose of familial nostalgia, I developed my plan. It was a ridiculously simple one. I wrote out a daily schedule. It wasn’t fancy. It contained no uplifting quotes. It just detailed the basics of day-to-day life. Get up, eat breakfast, do household chores for an hour, write for two hours, exercise, write for another hour, etc.

Again, my simple schedule contained nothing profound. BUT it provided accountability and kept me — focused. Surprisingly, it also sparked something I hadn’t felt in a while: gratitude, which in these endless days of sheltering in place, wearing masks, and social distancing is something to celebrate.

Why did my simple little daily schedule generate these profound feelings of gratitude and celebration? It did so by reminding me of all I have to be grateful for — good health, a loving family, comfortable surroundings to live and work in, the ability (really the luxury) to be my own boss and set my own schedule for work.

Since part of my newly imposed daily regime includes an hour for study and reflection, I looked up “Judaism and gratitude.” It seems our religion is literally built upon the word gratitude! The original Hebrew word for Jew, Yehudi, is a form of the Hebrew word for thank you — todah.

Daily Jewish prayer opens with Modeh/Modah Ani – a thank you for the opportunity of another day. So much for the much-maligned Jewish guilt! We Jews are much more oriented toward gratitude!

And the Hebrew term for gratitude, hikarat hatov, means, literally, “recognizing the good.” So, practicing gratitude means recognizing the good that is already yours, which, of course, brings me back full circle to my simple daily schedule — the one that got me out of my funk.

And if a return to basic routines and rituals isn’t enough to help right now and you need something else to lift your spirits right now, good news! August is Family Fun and Admit You’re Happy Month.

It’s also National Catfish Month here in the US, obviously not so much a Jewish holiday, but maybe the thought of it will tide you over till we get into the swing of the Jewish fall festivals. They’re just around the corner.

About the Author
Karen Galatz is the author of Muddling through Middle Age, which provides women (and men) of a certain age a light-hearted look at the perils and pleasures of growing older. An award-winning journalist, her national news credits include the The MacNeil/Lehrer NewsHour and the Nightly Business Report. Her fiction and non-fiction writing has been published across the U.S. More of Karen's writing can be read here: muddling.me A native of New York City and Las Vegas, Karen now lives in Berkeley, CA with her husband, two children, and one neurotic dog named Olga, rescued from Florida’s Hurricane Erma. It all makes for a lot of geography and a lot of humor.
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