I took my broken heart and transformed it into art, into something permanent. I spent this time to sit quietly and listen to my powerful insights.
When you travel alone there are no promises. There is no betrayal. There is no guilt. There is no obligation. There is no ownership. There is no dependence.
Moving on is not easy. There are no shortcuts and surefire directions, but when you travel solo, you will be able to meditate and reflect on why certain things happened.
When you love a girl that’s fiercely independent, you learn that you can love her without changing her, but you still show her how wonderful it can be to be taken care of. And you learn that a woman’s strength does not, in any way lessen yours.
You actually become more social. Living alone means if you want friends, you have to go get them. That means actively texting people to come over for dinner and drinks, or putting yourself out there to get invited to go out somewhere.
You’re close with your parents and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Calling them and talking about anything and everything (and sometimes nothing) is near and dear to your heart.
I made the choice, on a whim, to take myself out to dinner.
Instead of ordering delivery you will go out of your way to pick up your pizza to have some brief human interaction outside of your house.
But it’s weird, you know? Living alone, existing primarily alone. I don’t dislike it, but it’s allowed for a good amount of me time, and I’m discovering a few things about myself.
3. Sit facing where most people will be entering the restaurant.