It’s funny. I posted a few weeks ago about eating out alone, and back in September, I found myself travelling by myself, exploring, and eating out. It felt totally natural. I’ve done it before of course, but this time, I forgot to even think about it. I didn’t think, oh goodness, I’m by myself, and in fact it didn’t really strike me, not really, until I went into a city and craving pizza, headed to an Italian restaurant.
Sometimes, waiting for people to get their act together or agree to do something isn’t worth it. You just have to make it happen yourself – and go for it alone. Sure, that isn’t always an option, but sometimes, it’s the best thing in the world.