I sat their lost in my thoughts only halfway aware of the din that came from the cafe dining room behind me. Soon, I would be jolted back to the present to accommodate one of the diners or assist a harried co-worker, but for that moment I was entranced. I was entranced in the feeling that something was off. I knew that I had been miserable for years. Was it my marriage of 13 years? Was there something wrong with me? I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I knew something wasn’t right.
I loved my job. Greeting each customer and making sure they got their order just right. It was especially nice to be able to get to know the “regulars”. You’d get to hear stories about their families and learn their favorite dishes. However, as I sat there, I thought to myself “Is this all there is?” Sure, the menu of the little French cafe changed from season to season, and we were meeting new customers all the time, but for the most part the routine, was pretty monotonous. I couldn’t help feeling, well stuck. What was not apparent to me at the time, was that the very innocent act of questioning a feeling, would soon lead me down a path that would change my life in unimaginable ways. But first I would have to get past my first obstacle. Myself.
