I like being alone sometimes. There, I said it. Coffee shops, museums, meetings. You name it, I enjoy it.
Weekend nights are a different story. Maybe it’s the 13 year old in me, but being alone, in public, on a Friday or Saturday night seems like the surefire way to be termed a “loser.”
I resisted this urge tonight and ventured out to a crowded mall. Conquering Target and Barnes & Noble, I entered a massively busy Panera Bread. I sat, sipped tea, read and wrote for 2.5 hours. And I loved every minute of it.
If you can’t have an adventure with yourself, how can you have any adventure in your life?
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