As I drove home tonight, my tummy growled at me signaling that I had only consumed coffee for the day…no good. I sent out a few text messages and nobody was able to join me so I continued driving all the way home until it dawned on me…why do I need a buddy to dine with?!
So, I made U-turn, parked at one of my favorite sushi places and walked in with book and journal in hand. “Table for One, please”. As I sat and ordered my plum wine, I crossed my legs, opened my book and inhaled a deep cleansing breath. As I took a look around I saw the normal chatter, the cute couples on dates, and the annoying crowd too loud for the atmosphere they were in. I couldn’t help but smile!
For an hour and 15 minutes I sipped my wine, took bites of my dinner, and indulged in a good book. As I read I found myself pausing to write notes, scribble out questions, really take in points to ponder, and at some point I realized…this wasn’t a table for one…I was on a date…a God date.
As usual, he met me right where I was. I wasn’t alone…in my singleness…at my table for one I was in perfect company.