Being on vacation by yourself requires some bravery. It requires stepping out and doing things.. alone. I decided driving to the mountains that I would just step out and join in without any extra thinking. I always tell the girls if you want to be included sometimes you just need to ask, so I took my own advice. I have a voice in my head that tells me things that are untrue. Like, your not brave, everyone will think your lonely, or my favorite, your a fraud. So, I left that voice in my room and I looked for tennis lessons, wine tasting, nature walks, anything that would get me out. People were intrigued when I told them I was on vacation with my favorite people... me, myself and I. They almost wanted to take me in, like a lost puppy. I went for breakfast, a long hike and joined a group at golf. I had dinner at the pub, sat at the bar and eventually got invited to the employee party (I declined at the mention of shots). When I left this morning, I took the long way home, down a back bumpy secluded road and stopped a few times to enjoy the view. I was not in a rush, savoring my last moments before the hustle of the city. I am found out how easy it can be to travel alone. I only needed to make one person happy.... Me.. I really need to do it more often.
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