Also, I find happiness in the happiness of others and seeing others in content, but this also sometimes means that I do not put my happiness first.Įveryone has their flaws and many people are like me-forgetting to put their happiness before others. Personally, my happiness comes from thousands of things ranging from reading a book all the way to vacationing to the ocean and everything in between. A tale walking in Michigan's rain is worth recounting, the harsh journey against the crazy winds, battering rain, and dramatic flashes of lightening and thunder.Ĭonstantly reminding yourself that your happiness is one of the most important things and sometimes having to put your happiness first is something that should be happening every day. Wearing raincoats and umbrellas, I try to get to point A to point B as fast as possible, thinking which route is the driest, regardless of distance. (On the quick tangent, you wonder if this was what Noah experienced when it started to "rain".) CR: You finally make it back to your dorm/apartment and you hear things like, "Your underwear is wet? Me too!!" Umbrellas become pretty unfixable flowers in your living room. That's what you think until (apparently, how else could it be explained?) somebody must've tossed a bomb into the clouds, because SHEETS OF WATER are coming down on your head, prompting you to run (slip, fall, crawl, whatever works) to the nearest building for sanctuary. You'll be walking across campus, figuring you'll be able to get to class in the drizzle, your jacket probably suffering the most from the dampness. But in case you forgot the classics, maybe I need to jog your memory a little. There were so many good bangers from around this time that I can't even keep track of them all. However, what made the parties the most memorable was all the dancing. For me, prime #barmitzvahszn was around 2012-2013. Now let me tell you, the bar mitzvahs were the sh!t, and were always so much fun, especially when it was one of your friends or even your own. Parties typically consisted of a DJ party, speeches from family and friends, giveaways, a montage, and lots of mosh pits. Traditionally, there is a service where the young adult recites a portion from the Torah (the religious scripture) followed by a blowout at some sort of country club, bar, or various event venue. Growing up in an area with a predominantly Jewish community, many of my weekends in seventh grade were spent hopping from temple to temple and event venue to event venue to celebrate ~adulthood.~įor those of you who may not know, a Bar (men) or Bat (women) Mitzvah is a ceremony within the Jewish faith that celebrates the transition from a teenager to an emerging adult. However, my recollection is mostly dictated by memories of #barmitzvahszn. Seventh grade.a time for most people marked by puberty, insecurity and simple awkwardness.
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