Build a Life So Full, You Stop Accepting Halfhearted Things

This year, I’ve taken myself on more dates than I probably ever have.

Dinner.

Lunch.

The spa.

Museums.

Little afternoons where I get dressed, put on a perfume I love, and go somewhere simply because I want to experience it.

Sometimes there’s a reservation.

Sometimes there’s no plan at all.

And somewhere along the way, I realized I wasn’t just learning how to spend time alone.

I was learning how I expect to feel in my own life.

There’s a difference.

I think sometimes when people hear “date yourself,” they picture a woman sitting alone at a beautiful restaurant trying to prove she doesn’t need anybody.

That has never been the point for me.