I had it all planned; a bunch of happy friends relaxing on the beach over the three day weekend. Telling stories, eating lazy meals and playing games in the water. A drink in the sunset, a song by crickets and an early morning walk on the beach before the sun rises too high and hot.
As it stood clear to me that the others couldn’t go, I disappointedly told myself it’d be just another hot, boring and event less weekend at home. *sigh*
And then I thought, why not go anyway?
I remembered when a friend told me she had gone to the movies all by herself. Why? Because she wanted to go. So if she could go to the movies alone, why could I not go to the beach? I have now packed my swim suit, swim T-shirt, sun dress and umbrella. I carefully chose four unread novels from my book case and am feeling quite good!
But I know that the beach fright will come soon. That eerie feeling will come as I drive out there, as I check in, as I put my toes in the sand.
Will I be able to enjoy alone when all others are in company?Sharing is caring!