A love story | Conduit for Self-Healing

{Affirmation} “I love myself and the world around me. I accept myself for who I am. I am enough.” Twenty-six years ago today I met a man for lunch at my favorite Japanese restaurant in Sacramento, Aomi’s. His name was David. It was a blind date, of sorts. It all started about five months earlier on a hot summer July evening, with me enjoying a Friday night Happy Hour with some friends from work. I had spotted him across the crowded restaurant. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He walked in and out of the restaurant a couple of times, as if he was searching for someone. I felt a strange combination of disappointment, relief and excitement as I saw him leave the restaurant later with yet another coworker of mine. “Just as well.” I thought. My heart was still bleeding from the recent breakup of yet one more dysfunctional relationship. The last thing I wanted, or needed, was another man in my life. Now here he sat, 5 months later, sweating bullets to the point that I thought there might be something wrong with him! A few days before our lunch I had asked my coworker “So, whatever happened with you and that guy at the restaurant?” “Oh, he wasn’t my type. Why, would you like his number?” “Do you still have it?!” I replied, both amused and bewildered. “Yeah, I think I have it in here somewhere” she said as she shuffled around in the middle drawer of her desk. Out of the collection of pens and pencils and other assorted desk drawer items emerged...