Today is the 10th anniversary of my successful attempt to write every week. It started on July 4th 2014 with weekly emails to my congregation, and then became a regular blog post in addition to the emails.

I almost faltered 18 months ago when I left my pulpit, but decided to keep going.

Some weeks are harder than others. This one has been especially difficult, because my life is good right now, and the world is a mess. It doesn’t help that the Torah portions — which I use as an anchor — are about some of Moses’ worst challenges.

Do I write about how content I am? Weirdly peaceful in a calm and happy way?

Do I draw lessons from the Torah to help guide me and the invisible audience of my readers?

Or do I do the responsible thing and talk about the hard stuff, the things that need to be repaired in this broken world of ours?

Tonight, in the quiet hours after an evening of booming fireworks all around, I think I’ll opt for peacefulness. The outside world will be there in the morning. The world’s problems can wait.

Right now there are two dogs to pet, prayers to be said, then sleep. And if I am very very lucky, another ten years of weekly writing.