The "Date" Is Coming - 10-24-08

When It’s Just Lunch first called last week, one of the most immediate thoughts I had was a fear of regressing. I had gained so much with the Secret over the last 9 months, but I didn’t want to risk losing that when surrounded again by dating and all that has always entailed for me. But then I determined that I had to be changed enough to withstand that risk and emerge whole.

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And I find that while the old thoughts dart back to me as I count down the days to my first date with my first It’s Just Lunch match, I am able, for the first time ever, to access the hope and peace of the future I am drawing into my reality. I am able to hold open the window to the fresh air and blow away the cobwebs that creep back to me. True, I find I have to do this repeatedly, but I am able to. It takes very little effort to call back the vision, the feeling, of being with the One, dating him, being out on a date with him. With the One I was meant for, who was meant for me, it feels so easy and natural. I feel for the first time like I understand how to date, because I’m dating him. All questions are either answered or unimportant. I picture in my head and heart the glorious, quiet feeling of being totally comfortable. I don’t have to do anything, or at least it feels that way. He takes care of everything. I don’t have to balance myself, always thinking in the back of my mind that I have to be careful of the signals I give him so I don’t unduly encourage him in my efforts to keep the talk flowing and keep the atmosphere from being awkward. I don’t have to manage the conversation to keep the topics coming. When I’m on a date with my perfect mate, the man who was destined for me, I just have so much fun. It’s never boring, and I can just be me. With him, I can feel what I feel when I feel it, and show it freely. I am free and natural and happy and balanced.

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So I am able to keep this vision in my mind as I anticipate this date. If he is the One, well, I don’t need to explain how I’ll feel. And if he isn’t, no biggie. I will know at the absence of feeling that the One is one step closer in line to me.

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He is the one I picture, the One I hold to, because he is the one on his way to me. I am calling him. Of all men in the world, he is the only one with this strange, vague compulsion urging him forward, like he is drifting down a long dark tunnel towards the light but doesn’t yet realize I’m the one at the end of it. He is coming. He is coming. He is coming.