Over the past several months, I have started doing more things on my own. Sometimes because there is no one around to do stuff with, sometimes because I am too lazy to call a friend but more and more often because I find that I *like* doing stuff on my own!
I have never been very good about heading out there into the world as a single. I like to share experiences; to talk them over and hear what others think. I process things by talking. And, going with a friend is like a safety net. In case I end up standing there alone, like the last kid picked for softball.
It started with coffee in my local coffee shop. I would head over in the morning on the weekend, get a coffee and a bagel and read or catch up on e-mail or Facebook. I thought I would be lonely, look like a loser sitting all by myself. I was so wrong.
I love it. I love getting up whenever I want, heading over when I get hungry and not at a specified “meeting” time. I love reading or writing at my own pace. I love the time spent just with me. In fact, I often go for a walk afterwards. By myself.
I have always thought I would feel embarrassed (or is that ashamed?) of being out in public on my own. A table for one in a restaurant. Sitting alone in the movies. Being that single person on a bus tour.
Turns out, when I’m not ashamed of being single, none of those things make me feel ashamed! Or nervous. Or sad.
They are stress-free. They are peaceful. They are fun.
And, they make me really appreciate when I do things with my friends. Because when I do, it’s because I really want to be with them. Not using them as a safety net.
Sometimes, I meet people and have interesting conversations. Most of the time, it gives me time to think. To process my emotions. To write. To ground. To feel gratitude for the many blessings in my life. Blessings like having the freedom most of the time to do what I want, when I want. Like having great friends who like spending time with me.
I am working towards one day taking a trip all by myself. Traveling without the safety net of a friend. Flying solo, as it were.
Is this seat taken? Cause I’m taking it.