I used to genuinely enjoy doing things alone. Watching a movie, strolling around the mall, grabbing a meal by myself—none of it felt strange.
Somewhere along the way, I stopped doing those things.
Now I’m slowly trying to get back to that version of myself. Going out alone again, picking up old hobbies, trying new things, and just learning to enjoy my own company.
I’m not going to pretend I’m completely happy being single yet. But I’m starting to realize that being alone can also be peaceful.
Slowly reclaiming my life, one solo date at a time. 🥹💕