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Ready. Set. Let Go.

Over the past five years I have let go of things I’ve loved. The first thing was

television. I grew up on American TV from 1948, but I could not stand watching

Israeli news delivered by men and women who commented on each item with 

squints. Moreover, TV watching demanded sitting and, as a writer, I had enough


I let go of my car, a machine I once imagined was my key to freedom. Whenever I

turned on the ignition, I became a monster, fighting for space on the road, swearing

at strangers. Walking, riding a bike and taking buses felt  healthier. Moreover,

driving demanded sitting and I had enough sitting.

Recently I stopped wearing earrings because it took me too long to find the holes that

have been in my ears since 1960. I do not enjoy feeling incompetent, so I gave up

earrings. No biggie.

I’ve given up all subscriptions to concerts, lectures and gyms. For classes, I only do

those I can enter randomly on a ticket with ten entrances. There are always

exceptions: “Songwriting” demanded a commitment of fourteen sessions. I complied

and didn’t miss one. Should I ever be accepted into a modern dance troupe or rock

band, I will sign up for life.

Last week I unsubscribed to thirty-five lists and newsletters that flooded my inbox

daily. These mailings once made me feel popular, connected and needed. Lately, they

made me feel lost. Without this clutter of  upcoming events in Vancouver, Berlin and

Hebron, my chances of remembering why I approach the computer in the first place

are greatly increased.

I have let go of the belief that western-trained doctors know what is best for me. I go

along with such doctors only for diagnostic purposes. Then I turn East. Thus, I

stopped taking statins and aspirin. The stars on most of my blood tests fall within the

healthy parenthesis. The rebellious, wandering stars get treated with needles, ginger

and supplements, and then, only half of the recommended dosage.  Naturopaths and

acupuncturists have greatly improved my quality of life.

Decades ago I let go of whites– sugar, flour and rice. For the fourteen years during

which my mother deteriorated from Alzheimer’s, I became, in chronological order

macrobiotic, vegetarian, vegan and paleo. Since her death, I have regained balance by

eating vegan at least four days a week and adding eggs, fish or cheese when

necessary. Once a month I eat four kebabs and one hamburger when my son invites

me to a cookout at his house. I will always take at least one bite of a pistachio cake,

lemon meringue pie, or anything chocolate of 70% or higher.

Coffee. I am on and off, but only before ten a.m.and only black with cardamom,

ground in front of my eyes by Honi at 79 Jerusalem Blvd. in Jaffa.

I have let go of travel abroad because I have everything I need right here on the

corner of Be’eri and Szold. Airplane travel seems like an assault on my healthy, aging,

and only body.

After letting go of so many things, I bought something that dramatically changed my

life: a standing desk. This mechanical wonder also enables me to regress to the

sitting position with a gentle clasp and clench of both still-functioning hands. My

VARIDESK has become my Mercedes.

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