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Divorced and independent and still looking for Mr. Right in the back of the fridge.

Monday, January 30, 2012

A Winter Wonderland

I'm back. I wish I could say that, since I wrote last,  I've been swooped away by Mr. Right. But I haven't.

I've been distracted by my online store. I've experienced major entrepeneurial coups which are sure to change the face of e-commerce as we know it. Unfortunately, they all take place inside my head. 

I've also slipped into a funk here and there and found vegetating a satisfactory way to pass the evening. 

I know what has/had me down. My Life as a Thumbnail pretty much continues to sum up my experiences.  I wrote that entry months ago and I am fairly impressed with myself that my ideas remain relevant in my own little universe. On the flip side, I had hoped that this entire blog - sneaking up on a year pretty soon - would have run its course by now and STOPPED being relevant at all.  

I should have been spending this winter sharing body heat with my soul mate, rather than  searching for the thermal underwear I bought a few years ago. 

But rummage through closets I did, and the time was well spent. I found a lot of winter clothes that I had forgotten about. 

I will, of course, be buying new closets since mine shrink things.


Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Behind Every Great Woman


It's official. I can't have it all. I'm not sure what the proverbial "all" includes, but I'm pretty darn sure I don't have it. 

I used to think that I could do it all, but as it turns out, that's not true either.

For the better part of my adult life I juggled house, career, kids, husbands, ex husbands, pets, orthodontists, psychologists, teachers, doctors, neighbors, beaurocrats, lawyers, idiots, rocket fire, gas masks, police, friends, enemies, family, ex family, clergy, mechanics, banks, and more; and not necessarily in that order; and oh yes, all in the middle east and all in another language. 

During the years, there were episodes when trouble seeped in slowly, yet sometimes it came in tidal waves. Either way, I clawed out of the debris ridden muck on my own. 

I have been making my way through life on my own for the last ten years. It doesn't mean I'm always alone or always lonely. It just means that no matter what happens, there is no one to blame but myself, no one to take credit but myself, no one to depend on but myself (trusting my siblings and mother will allow me a little poetic license this once).  

The good news is that there is suddenly a little strength left over for myself.

And in that residual strength, survival mode gave way to creativity. Reaction gave way to action. And amazing things began to happen. 

Among them, and not in this order:

  • I ran a book club.
  • I started a women's networking group.
  • I turned 50 something.
  • I bought an apartment.
  • I started writing a blog.
  • I started an online shop selling Israeli gifts outside of Israel. 
It is ten months and a week since heartbreak and my first blog entry. The experience of this thus far has been cathartic at least, and a joyous discovery of creativity at most.

So here we are today. No man to run home to. But I am too flooded with ideas to notice. 

I may have noticed that there is nothing to eat in the fridge, but I ordered pizza while optimizing my blog and shop for search engines.

I may have a load of laundry to do, but I'll do it as soon as I write this letter to a potential supplier.

I maybe should go to the gym, but I'll stop over at friends and show them how to add paypal to their shop. 

I maybe should go to bed because I have an early meeting, but I'll just add this one more item to my shop, it's too pretty to wait until tomorrow. 

Is it coincidental that when no men were around a few kind words of encouragement became the wind beneath my wings? Is it coincidental that the multi faceted generosity of a few good friends slash mentors unlocked an entrepeneurship that I thought beloged only to brave others? 

I am finally ready to combine my creative worlds on the front page of this blog. 

In my world of my shop, Carmel Gifts, I don't go on dates, but I make business calls. I don't write love letters, but I send emails to potential suppliers and customers.

Like absolutely everything else in my life, no, like life itself, the shop is a work in progress. 

So at the risk of self indulgence, I invite you to come in and shop around. Everything is made in Israel and everything is an expression of someone's creativity. 

You'll find amulets, Judaica, jewelry, weaving, soaps, silk, and more and more and soon to come more.

So you know that old expression "behind every great man there is a woman"? 

I'd suggest that behind every great woman there is no man.