So I got laid off yesterday unexpectedly, and it still stings.

Well, it wasn’t THAT unexpected, considering the parent company’s rather terminal financial illness, but now – like so many – I’ve been faced with the sudden loss of a steady paycheck, health insurance and the opportunity to showcase my fabulous shoe collection.

Wonderful words have been coming to me from friends and colleagues about closing doors and opening windows, and I deeply appreciate them. Like any Yenta worth her kosher salt, I’ve got a few options cooking already (as well as a really kick-tuchus chicken soup made with kale, tomatoes and lime on the stove.)

The truth is that it couldn’t be better timing – we’ve got a week and half before school begins, and this mama intends to make up for a summer of stashing the kids in camps by making the biggest, baddest sandcastle Georgia’s ever seen. As much as I’ll miss the great parts of that job, I have faith that all happens for a reason. To paraphrase Leviticus, if I may (is taking poetic liberty with the Torah too much chutzpah?):

“She who attempts to resist the wave is swept away, but she who bends before it abides.”

Considering the waves are looking mighty epic this week, I do believe the Almighty wants me to grab a boogieboard and surf. El Yenta Man, see you on the sea.

*“The Great Wave off Kanagawa” by Katsushika Hokusai (1760-1849) is neither Jewish-related nor representative of the lil’ “microwaves” barely breaking off the Georgia coast, but it’s one of my favorites.