הסיפור שלנו | Our Story
Two years ago, I went to hear a lecture. The evening was called “A Taste of Coaching”. It was meant to enlist the participants for a coaching seminar. Basically, the evening was about “if you could wake up tomorrow morning and work/do whatever you wanted to, what would it be. No excuses about money, kids, husbands/wives, work, qualifications, etc. Just wake up and do whatever your heart wants. What would it be?
I did not wish to tell a room full of strangers what I wanted to do with my life. So the coaching seminar was a definite no-no for me.
Tommy (my other half), gave me a mini-seminar in the car on the way home.
“Orly,” he said, ”if you could do whatever you wanted, what would it be?”
“Open a yarn and embroidery store, of course!” I didn’t even have to think. It was part of me, without even knowing, this was what I wanted.
He continued nagging the whole way home about how I should follow my dream and open such a store. Yeah, right! And where exactly do I get the money? And who will take care of the house? And what about… And on and on I went, all the excuses that have kept me from enjoying life. Boy, did I need that seminar!
We got home an hour later, finally he would stop nagging me on this ridiculous idea.
Two days went by, it was a Sunday, and I went to have coffee with my mother in Raanana. (I forgot to mention, we live in Kiryat Tivon, 75 minutes drive away).
As my mother and I were walking down the main street of the city, my eyes continuously fell on empty shop windows with “To rent” signs on them. One particular store caught my eye, and I called the owners number to ask for details. No answer. Was I out of my mind? I tried a couple of more times, all afternoon actually, and no answer. It wasn’t meant to be.
The next morning, over breakfast, I stupidly tell Tommy (my other half, as I’ve already mentioned), about the store.
“Call now!” I should have expected that.
“Tommy, this is ridiculous. The store is 75 minutes drive away. Even if I wanted to open such a store, it wouldn’t be that far away.
”Call now!”
I did, and five minutes later we were in the car. Tommy wanted to see the store.
I complained the whole drive there.
Two hours later I met with the owner. Half an hour later I signed the lease.
Was I out of my mind? What was I thinking? I wanted to scream (which I did!).
I went to a coaching lecture, and 48 hours later I signed a lease for a yarn shop!
Where do I start? What do I do now?
8 days later, I was in the U.S.A. at the National Needle Arts Convention, checking yarn suppliers, while the carpenter was working on the stores’ shelving units.
30 days later I opened the shop.
[SinglePic not found]My wonderful mother, Sonia, works in the store with me. She is the expert knitter, giving everyone instructions, and making everyone laugh.
I am just the dreamer.
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