I enlisted my whole family to nudge me with (kind of annoying) consistency

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oday I marked 100 straight days of saying Nishmas.

Before you pshh in admiration, you should know that despite my constant optimism that this time I’ll definitely get there, until now, I’ve never actually finished a whole cycle without missing a day. Or six.

Not from lack of want or motivation or dedication. It’s kind of just how my beautifully messy brain is wired. Neon stickies in my calendar magically go invisible by Day Five, phone notifications stop registering in my mind as urgent by Day 14, and taping a giant “SAY NISHMAS” sign to my desk becomes part of the scenery by Day 22. And I never want to say it when I’m simultaneously serving breakfast, because I want to take my time and do it properly.

So, my track record? Not great.