Every Monday morning, people ask, “did you do anything fun this weekend?”
They usually expect a grand answer. With the exception of my old party days, my weekends are always pretty quiet. I wake up early to explore the city, take pictures, write, and do a little shopping. I indulge in coffee, see a few new spots, and do a lot of walking (Saturday alone was 12 miles!).
My weekends are sacred to me; they’re my time to recharge, reset, and do the things I love.
I’m the rare breed of human who loves solo dining, going to a movie by myself, and exploring alone- not only because I am comfortable in my own company, but because I can truly be in the moment and enjoy the beauty around me.
I used to think I had to change to fit into other people’s lives, but I have finally realized that they’re the ones who need to be able to fit into mine.
I’m grateful to have wonderful people in my life who do fit- and these days, I don’t have to go to a major event or fill my time with activities just so I don’t feel alone.
I am already home within myself.