Once upon a time, I was a bright-eyed, high-heeled matchmaker living in New York City—a city that never sleeps and neither did I. My life was a whirlwind of first dates (some thrilling, some tragic), second dates (fewer than I’d like to admit), and an endless parade of cappuccinos, conversations, and cross-country client meetings. For over a decade, I made a living out of helping other people find their “happily ever after.”

 

I was good at it, too. I’ve been in the game long enough to spot a player at twenty paces, know when a connection is electric or just static, and sense when someone is ready to find the real thing—or just pretending to be. Men and women from all over the country came to me with their hopes, their heartbreaks, and their non-negotiables. And I? I was their compass, helping them navigate the wild seas of love.

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Irony, Party of One

 

But here’s the kicker: I was the single matchmaker. That’s right, the woman born on Valentine’s Day—the most romantic day of the year—spent countless hours matching everyone but herself. Oh, the irony. My love life was a series of highs and lows, triumphs and trainwrecks, great guys who could’ve been “the one,” and loser guys I’d gladly block if I hadn’t already memorized their area codes.

 

And while my clients were pairing off, getting engaged, and living their rom-com dreams, I found myself with one too many nights alone, a glass of Merlot in hand, asking myself, What’s the point of being a matchmaker if you can’t even match yourself?

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Losing Myself in the Business of Love

 

Somewhere along the way, I realized I wasn’t just single—I was lost. Lost in the chaos of big-city life, the hustle of running a business, and the emotional labor of taking care of everyone else. My energy was drained, my spirit depleted. I’d spent so much time helping others find love that I forgot to take care of the most important relationship of all: the one I had with myself.

 

That’s when I stumbled into something that would change my life: Reiki. It wasn’t the love-at-first-sight kind of thing; it was a quiet, powerful pull toward something I didn’t even know I needed. Energy work sounded a little woo-woo to the Type-A New Yorker in me, but I was desperate. So I leaned in.

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Realigning, Rediscovering, Rebuilding

 

Reiki became the mirror I didn’t know I needed. Through energy healing, I began to see myself clearly—my fears, my patterns, my blind spots. My perspective shifted. The things I thought defined me—success, busyness, being “the fixer”—started to feel small compared to the bigger picture of what I really wanted.

 

And that’s when I discovered attachment styles. It was like someone handed me the Rosetta Stone of relationships. Everything clicked. I began to understand the “why” behind my relationship struggles—and not just my own, but my clients’ as well. The anxious dater who kept chasing unavailable partners. The commitment-phobe who sabotaged every great connection. The seemingly “perfect” couple who couldn’t figure out why they were stuck.

 

Attachment styles became the missing piece of the puzzle, the key to unlocking deeper connections—not just for my clients, but for me, too.​​ 

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The Road to Real Love

 

With my new perspective and tools, I began to rebuild my life. I let go of the relationships, habits, and mindsets that no longer served me. I leaned into my work with a renewed purpose—not just as a matchmaker, but as a coach, a healer, and a guide. And along the way, I rediscovered what I was truly meant to do: help people not just find love, but sustain it.

 

My story isn’t one of perfection or happily-ever-afters tied up with a bow. It’s messy, raw, and very much still unfolding. These days, I’m exploring the sun-drenched coast of Puerto Escondido, Mexico, where life is slower, the ocean is louder, and my heart feels lighter.

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