I found my bashert at the DMV!

Ok,
you can stop doing the hora, no need to go out and buy neon green and magenta bridesmaid dresses ( yet, but be forewarned!) I didn't really meet my bashert at the DMV... unless you count Hector the air conditioner repair man, he really made my day, but the language barrier was too much- I meant to say THE ROOM was hot, and he thought I was propositioning him..
Alas, I digress.....

single people often try to understand the following: why me? why this task? what did I do wrong? why the H-ll am I single and that bleep bleep is married to that gogeous guy( not that I would think such things chas v'shalom) and many people spend their single days pining for their mate. As one married friend said, it's like running the NYC marathon and everyone else ahead is getting water, finished running, sitting down... and then people are telling you, just a little bit more, the finish line is just ahead... but you cant see it, all you think is, my feet, my poor feet, and "is there a 6th borough in NYC? how can I be running so long without6 a finish line?"

Last week, in Jamaica, NY, SG had an "aha"..... and I want to share- do I ever hold back?


I was post call, slept a good 12 minutes over the last 32 hours, but my bed was far far away from the DMV I was sweating in. I moved to NY, my registration had expired, but as a resident too busy to go grocery shopping- could that be why I had become pleasently zaftig over the last year?- I had no time to renew my registration for 6 months -and faced with jail or the DMV, the decision was tough, so I decided to just pick the one most challenging, most gruelling, most punative--

and there I was shivtsing in the DMV.

most people around me were conversing in languages that I didnt even know existed, the clerk even looked at me in surprise when I asked him a question in English. but somehow in my multicultutural understanding I could make out one common sentiment amongst my peers, "this really sucks!!!!" -ask me later and I'll tell you how to say that in Swahili.

I sat in a suprisingly comfortable blue vinly chair and thought "boy does it feel good to sit down!"- I noticed my pink I pod glaring out of my bag. I had just (legally) downloaded some new music and had not even had the chance to listen to it. Here was my respite! Come to think of it, as the clogs crashed off my feet to the ground, I was almost in a spa( did I mention it was as hot as a sauna in there?) I balled up my sweat jacket against the wall behind my head and in minutes slipped into blissful dreams.

Now you New Yorkers out there need not worry, before I snoozed I hid my wallet in my shirt, i might have been tired, but I aint stupid!

3 hours later I wake up to the deep voice of a man beside me,

"choney, I think it's your turn, baby!"

I was stuck in my dreams and at that moment wondered how I possibly could have made it all the way to the chuppah with this gorgeous tall dark and handsome man in uniform...
wait, I thought, in uniform? I was under the chuppah and he was wearing a tan shirt with his name on the pocket? I would never marry someone with such poor taste in clothes, this must be a dream...

and I awoke to,

What you homeless or something, lady?

yes, that is how I look post call, but...

miracle of miracles, it was my turn to see the desk clerk, my time had finally come, and I had blissfully enjoyed it!

Imagine that? something I dreaded so much, was the highlight of my sleep deprived day!

Instead of waiting, cursing under my breath - or out loud, hey no one speaks English! I took the time at hand and put it to use, I took care of my needs, enjoyed some awesome music, and dreamed of a tall dark and handsome man ( named hector).

and this, my readers, is the way to apporach being single!

Yes, it sucks ( in Akadian, Finnish and protugese!)
but that is just because we let it suck the life from us.

Don't let it!

Now, I am not suggesting that you just sleep through your single years- though 7.5 hours a night wouldn't hurt those bags...

but here is your chance!

Take care of yourself, your needs, Kick off those heavy shoes that hold you back, and find something to enjoy, to fill your days with sweet music.
and above all, don't stop dreaming! ( except, not about Hector, he's mine! hands off!)

Bhatslacha!
May Hashem send us or basherts by the end of this song.


SG