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!
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Nice one. I love it. 🙂
Sounds like a great weekend! I’m glad you fought you fear (which is my fear too) and had such a positive experience.
Glad you had a fun weekend despite the initial hesitation. Sometimes we find out after the fact, that we worry too much.
You gotta help a brotha out though…. what could a dreadlocked musician possible do/ showoff with long eyelashes?
Thanks Yngvild, Maya Mame and Mike. I was trying to not overdo the “hollywood-happy-ending”, but I did have a positive experience.
And to answer your question, Mike, he could flicker them rapidly 🙂
sounds like you had a great weekend, even with though you had to fight of the musicians…
Hi Lizzy, thanks for reading my blog!
To be fair, there was no fighting, just the regular Kokrobite attention 🙂 Its all good!