Stories Part 2

You ever just wake up in one of those moods where you feel like everything is going to be ok? Despite waking up every 2 hours last night (thanks Autumn and the weird bad dream I had), I woke two minutes before the alarm was to sound and went on my morning walk. I was feeling that now that I’m into my routine here in Israel it’s time for me to attack my goals.
Now I normally like to attack each goal one by one but as I reflecting last night before bed I can walk and chew gum at the same time. So many of my goals are intertwined that it doesn’t make sense to separate them. The other thing is that I really want to stop worrying so much about my business. No I’m not where I thought I would be or where I’d hoped to be but I think its because i have stayed with and worked a plan. Instead when I don’t see results I try to change it up, which means that every month I’m switching it up. Not helpful.
So today-Business day I decided to go legit. I spent my morning looking at an office that was near the beach. The price is not terrible and I learned two things about he clinic. One: the person who is running it now is a trauma informed acupuncturist (yessss!!!!!) and Two she is meeting wth someone else who may be wanting to rent the space as well and they do trauma informed yoga (double yesss!!!). So we discussed the three of us getting together as it would be a great resource for our clients (me doing the talk and them doing more of the body work). So that had me very excited. As an aside fb shared that me and this woman have someone in common. Of course it would have to be someone I’m very weary of. Yes she knows the teacher at my school who frequently looses her shit. Ididn’t bring it up and I hope it never really comes up.
After looking at the office I went to the bank. I love going to my bank. I have don’t know why I do since I honestly have never have any idea what is going on. I never know if I should be taking a number and waiting in line. I don’t know who deals with what. I just don’t know anything. So I go up to the lady who sits next to my regular teller (my regular teller wasn’t there) and I ask her for help. She then sends me across the room to someone else. She gets my info, tells me to wait, asks me someone questions, then sends me back to the first lady, who is like why did she send you back to me. For some reason I just found this hilarious. I said what the lady said and then shes calling for some other lady and the lady is on her cellphone just chatting away, too busy to help my lady. She tsks and then finds some man, who has helped me I the past. I learn that I must go the tax office and open my business first, then come back to the bank with the sheet of paper and they can open it. Now what this sheet of paper is called I can’t tell you. Now see all of this took about 10 minutes and it makes no sense to me. It reminds me of how little I truly know. For example in the US they have signs, one to open an account or if you need to withdraw money you go over here, etc. But since I can’t read Hebrew I frequently walk around looking like a lost child and I just have to ask people. I have to pray they speak English or I’m still confused. For new Olim I think this part is really a challenge for them and they would be upset with the run around. For me its just more motivation to learn Hebrew and to keep trying to engage in Hebrew, oh and laugh at the women who just look at their coworkers and shake their heads in annoyance.
So after this I made my way to business office people. Yup that’s what I call them because I don’t exactly know what the hell they are called. The ministry of such and such most likely. I do know its in the big building on Menachem Begin street. So I go there and I learn that I need to go somewhere else. So its back on the bus I go, making me thankful for having a Rav Kav (you get unlimited transfer within the hour). So then I get to the tax office and it’s closed on Tuesdays. I really can’t make this shit up lol. After riding for a couples all around Tel Aviv I learn that the office I need is closed on my only day off work. It’s ok though because tomorrow they stay open later so I’ll stop by the ma’am office in order to register as an azmai on m way home from work tomorrow, then Thursday hopefully I can go back to the tax office and open a file. Then sometime next week, hopefully Monday since I’m off early, I can go to the bank and open my business account. 
So I decide to go and finally turn in my one little sheet of paper so I can be covered by my socialist medicine (even still I prolly wont go to the doctor-remember Cammi the bump on my head folks?). So I sit down with someone and the first thing I ask her, which is what I ask everyone I have to do business with is if they speak English. She tells me no! So I’m thinking oh this will be interesting. So we are mostly quiet and she asks me if the address on the paper is the same (in English). I tell her no I live in Tel Aviv now (in English). She asks for my address and I gave it in Hebrew. What? Who knew I could remember how to say the street name, apartment (dira), all in Hebrew. She then proceeds to ask me (in English) if I want the basic plan or Gold). I said basic. So she finishes everything up and then she says all in Hebrew: The telephone number is on the back of the card. They speak English you can call anytime, in the morning, in the evening, at night. If you need to go to the hospital you call the number. Ok?” And I’m sitting there going how the hell did I just understand home girl talking to me all in Hebrew. I mean telephone is telephone and well I do know boker is morning, erev is evening, and lilah is night… but I knew what was going on. It reminds me that when I practice listening I don’t need to translate every single word, just be present and let it all wash over me.
Other wins for today/the week:
1. Riding on the bus I was able to read all the street names that flashed to tell what stops were coming up on the bus.
2. After working for a week as head teacher while my head teacher was away I got a big hug from one of the moms who thanked me for everything. She also sent me a thank you in the group message and the other parents thanked me as well.
3. I got a call from a potential client-it’s looking like a good fit but just not at this moment. Another person looking for a black therapist. I need to focus on this.
4. I signed up for 30 day self-care challenge so I plan to do this Starting in May.
5. Apart of the self care will be reading more-I joined an online book club for trauma therapists.
6. Not caving in and putting in to buy my boss a gift
7. I am going to get a bed-finally no more sleeping on the couch.
8. Part of self care will be cooking more. I was bummed that I couldn’t buy a printer with my gift card (thank you parents) but I will use it to add a little more to the apartment, with a focus on the kitchen. I plan to play around with some home made fun salad dressings
9. Special shoutout to the woman on YouTube who posts softball games so I can catch up-so excited for the Women’s College World Series.
10. I’m coming home in a month.
Until next time…