Today I did something I’ve never done before. I really stepped out of my comfort zone. I…wait for it…ate breakfast at a restaurant…alone.
While this might not seem like a huge feat to most, it was to me. I’ve always been too pre-occupied by the disparaging thoughts that say “people will stare,” “they’ll wonder why you’re sitting alone,” “they’ll laugh.”
This week I’m in Las Vegas for the first time. While my fiancé spends the majority of the day at a class for his job, I’ve been using the “free” time to write. After spending two hours diligently focused on my project, I started to get hungry.
My plan to run to the food court and get a power smoothie was foiled when I realized that said food court wasn’t what I had expected. No problem! I remember seeing an ad for French toast (that looked absolutely amazing) at one of the hotel’s restaurants, and after walking by three times, decided to venture in.
I said the dreaded words, “table for one, please” and then took a seat by the window. I browsed through the menu and ordered a watermelon bellini and pork belly skillet. Both were to die for.
And, you know what? No one stared, or laughed, or wondered why I was there alone. Everyone was pre-occupied by what they were doing – eating and spending time with the people around them. There were even a few others who came in after me that sat down, ordered, and ate alone.
The world didn’t end and I started the day with some pretty great food!