- Oh, put a lid on it already! I heard you the first fourteen times!
Sometimes, this is what I imagine HaShem (God’s name) says to me after complaining to Him a hundred and fourteen times about my (fill in the blank) problem.
This last time I heard it loud and clear while sipping a cup of cold coffee (which was giving me heartburn, or maybe it wasn’t the coffee?) and ruminating over a very serious problem I am facing. I will spare you the gory details lest YOU tell me to “put a lid on it”!
Let me share a little background info: Serendipity (another synonym for HaShem) landed about 200+ ladies hats and other head coverings in my lap! It was not an all at one time event, so at first it was quite manageable and I had a lot of fun trying them all on! Ever since I was a little girl I’ve had a fascination for hats (thanks to my paternal grandmother,z’l) and everyone used to tell me that I had a “hat face”. That’s soooo nice.
So now, here are a bunch of hats sitting on my massage table waiting for just the right inspiration of what to do with them. I dreamt right away that I wanted to open a nice little shop for them, kind of a boutique-y atmosphere, serving up tea or coffee and some sage advice/wisdom. I also knew that I wanted to donate a portion of the proceeds to a chesed organization (charity), but was having difficulty in deciding which one (especially since I didn’t even open shop yet! I also didn’t know if this was a sustainable venture (could I actually run out of hats to sell??) and what about some parnassah (earnings) for me? After all, I am a widow on a small fixed income.
So now is the “fun” part! Those small bunch of hats started multiplying like Kirk’s Tribbles! Do you all know what it feels like to live in a somewhat dark 1.5 room basement studio apartment? With no closets or storage space? With a little doggie and a big bird-cage with a big parrot inside? B”H, I have very little furniture to speak of so my massage table takes up most of the space in my salon/kitchen/dining area. And the hats are EVERYWHERE!
And you know that little shop I want, just isn’t in my foreseeable financial future (yet). So I was thinking (obviously a “dangerous” past-time for me) how about moving into a larger apartment so that I could have a bedroom, a living room, a massage room and a hat display room all under one roof? Isn’t that a genius idea?
- Apartment after apartment did not work out
My financial sources ceased
I cannot pay my rent until the end of the coming month
And the supposed shidduch that was supposed to call, never did. ugh!
What the heck am I going to do now? (Not the shidduch, he has nothing to do with this. He is a recent widower and probably just not ready yet. – I really wish him well).
So like any other distraught woman, I sat in front of my computer (drinking that heartburn producing cold cup of coffee) looking for some inspiration and I happened across a very short video of a motivational speaker… and…I…started…bawling!
And I cried out to H”S and I cried some more and then …BAM! I heard His “voice” (well, my own, but you know what I mean).
“PUT A LID ON IT!” ~ That’s it! More than just the pashat (literal meaning) to stop complaining, but the name of the hat “store” and a website, and also, the chesed opportunity: helping widowed pensioners in financial distress! O, HaShem, Thank You! THANK YOU!
I haven’t quite figured out the trouble with tribbles situation yet and how the resolution of my financial woes will play out, but I am confident that it will.
In the meantime, stop by for a cup of tea or coffee, a great soothing massage and on the way out, don’t forget your (new) hat!
~~ Thanks for stopping by! Y’all come back real soon! ~ miryam