Seven 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.
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.
Tommy and my wonderful mother, Sonia, work in the store with me. She is the expert knitter, giving everyone instructions, and making everyone laugh.
Since then, Sharon also joined us, and has become part of the Gourmet Yarn Shop family.
I am just the dreamer.