So, before the weekend, I was agonizing about going to the beach alone. I finally ended up doing just that and am now back in town with a tan on my nose and a smile on my lips.
One of the things I was worried about was that people would ask me who I came with, and would find it weird when I answered “noone”.
Ok, that happened a total of 0 times.
Another thing was that I’d feel alone and left out.
I rather felt cool, mysterious and f-r-e-e, while gazing out over the families (with many things to carry) and friends (phoning each other asking “where are you?”) before focusing my gaze on the waves.
I feared I’d be bored.
I only got to read 3/4 of one of the four novels I had brought – more time was spent socializing with cool new friends, old acquaintances and fighting off French speaking musicians with dread locks who wanted to show me what they could do with a djembe/kora/long eyelashes.
I worried that I would not be having fun.
But I did have fun and can recommend facing your fears by doing something alone!Sharing is caring!