Maybe it's my personality. Maybe it's the way I was raised. Maybe it's the circumstances I was thrown into before the divorce was even final. But one thing I have not struggled with that I hear many single people struggle with is doing things on my own. It's kind of odd to reflect on now. Before the separation last summer, the last time I really did anything was 2002, the semester I studied in Spain. Yet I transitioned back to being single (in this regard) as if 2002 was just yesterday.
I took myself out to dinner tonight, asked for an outdoor table where I could watch the activity of the city, sipped a glass of wine, and enjoyed some Greek food. I didn't feel lonely or out of place. I just enjoyed it.
I've gone to the beach alone. I've visited a number of my favorite gardens alone. I've seen an Improv Show, grabbing drinks before hand alone. I've gone to a baseball game alone. I've gone to an art show alone. I've wandered New York City and Washington DC alone. I've taken a Bermuda cruise and an Amtrak overnight train ride alone.
I don't wait for people to be available to join me. I don't even ask people most of the time. I probably should get better about that. It would be a good way to better foster some of the friendships I'm building and my guess is that there are people who would join me from time to time.
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