The other night, I took myself out to dinner. I have had a craving for tacos for a bit now and this morning decided today would be the day. I really enjoyed the hell out of it. Whether or not you are single or in a relationship or married or living with someone, once in a while... go out by yourself! Not with friends. Not with coworkers. Not with kids or family. Take yourself.

With me I took a book and a positive outlook. I took a damn funny book so I snickered to myself through most of my dinner. If sad and sappy is your thing, you just go for it. I prefer sarcasm and the F word.

I also walked to and from dinner. In my mind it was because I might decide to have a beer (I did) but I think I also rationalized it as a calorie burning endeavor.

Sometimes it is hard to be by oneself. Constantly having a plan and people around doesn’t allow it to happen any easier. To some degree, I think it is a learned skill. There’s the whole “ya gotta love yourself before anyone else can love you” mentality at work here. If you can’t stand to be by yourself, you will likely suck the life out of those around you. No one wants to be that person. I sure as shit don’t. But I’ve worked on cultivating a sense of peace with myself.

I’m not antisocial by any means. I enjoy the company of others and planning shit, too. (So... dear friends... don’t think I’m being snotty.) I just wanted to share my good day, my happy, and the infinite wisdom I possess since I’m just that awesome.

All in all, it was a good day. The evening was fantastic as well. Finding one of my long missing earrings... Bonus.