The most common piece of breakup advice I received was to fall in love with myself again. Until today, I never really understood what that meant. I’ve never spent a day with just myself because I never knew how to. Sure, I’ve spent thousands of days alone with my phone and Netflix, but never truly alone with myself. And today, I decided to change that.
My original plan was to take myself back to last May, before summer really began and everything happened. I wanted to make memories just for me. The weather today was perfect: sunny and 65. Back in May, my summer kicked off with Frisbee Golf; so today, I went and bought my own disc. Not really knowing anything about the different choices I had, how to play the game, or really remembering how to make my arm throw in a straight line, I headed for the park. Alone. I hated doing things alone.
But throwing to one basket turned into throwing to six baskets which turned into two entire games. And guess what? I had a blast. Yes, I was awful and threw my disc into the woods a couple of times, but I got better. I smiled and laughed and really enjoyed hanging out with just myself. No music, no phone, no pictures, no distractions. Just learning to love being the person I am without expecting anyone else to do the same.
And it was a great feeling. I ended the day with a run and even received a phone call inviting me to a job interview tomorrow. Even though the past few weeks have been a struggle, I’m so glad that my perspective on things is beginning to change, especially the way I view myself.