One would think that I would be used to being single, but some days are easier than others. This weekend was not one that could be categorized as easy.
It was Festival weekend (don’t worry, a review on the performance is coming), and I normally spend the entire weekend downtown enjoying the sights and sounds and smells with friends and family. This year, however, was a little different. Friday evening wasn’t an issue since people planned on coming to the performance, but I guess I just didn’t plan ahead very well for Saturday and Sunday. Everyone I knew was busy, which meant if I was going to go it would be alone.
It’s times like that when I feel very single. If I were in a relationship, finding someone to go with me to Festival wouldn’t even enter my mind. But it was just me.
There I was, on Saturday afternoon, wrestling with a decision. I could stay home by myself or go to Festival by myself. I really didn’t want to go alone, but I also didn’t want to miss the Festival. It’s one of my favorite weekends of the year! My feisty side won. I wasn’t going to sit home and twiddle my thumbs waiting for life to happen. It doesn’t matter if I am single or in a relationship – my life is happening now. Off I went.
Now, I know it would have been a lot more fun with other people, but I braved it on my own and still had a good time. I’m glad I went. I would have regretted missing the Arts Festival had I stayed at home. Plus, I conquered many fears, not just once, but three times! I was down there on Saturday afternoon, went back Saturday evening to see the Conklin Ceili Band and went again on Sunday afternoon.
It wasn’t easy, but I’m glad I didn’t let the woe-is-me-I’m-single mentality get the better of me.
Like I said, some days are easier than others. Hurray for being single and brave!