Jill Ebstein
5 min readOct 25, 2019

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At My Pace (Take 2) by Jill Ebstein

I failed the first time I tried to write my story. I think I had too much to say — sort of like a carbonated beverage that has been shaken and is ready to explode at mere opening. So here is take two and I will start with a seminal moment that changed my journey.

I was working at a startup that on a good day was crazy but still productive. It was 2001, and except for me, the senior team was all men. In many ways, I stood out — from not being invited to join in the daily lunch ritual to not ending the day with drinks at a bar. They were nice enough, but I didn’t really belong. One afternoon, I got a call from my nanny that she couldn’t pick up the kids from school. My husband was unavailable, so I immediately left work but got stuck in a traffic jam caused by a Bill Clinton visit to Boston. I ended up being very late to retrieve my kids. There they were, ages 11, 9 and 6, sitting happily at the curbside of the school, playing word games (“20 questions” was a favorite), no worse for the wear. Not so for me. I was irritated by the late call, by struggling with traffic and Boston drivers, and wondering what I got out of my job that made this complicated straddle worthwhile.

That moment gave me the push to start my own business — something I had occasionally dreamt about but previously lacked the courage to attempt. I had been on a fairly conservative and predictable path which went…

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Jill Ebstein

I’m about dogs, our lovable and peculiar families, business, and writing in a wide lane, including fiction. I’m a positivity washer too. www.jillebstein.com