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Lunch. Solo.

I spent some time with my dear friend, Kaitlyn, yesterday as she chopped and glossed and shaped my hair into the glorious being that it is today. We have such a great time together, and I always leave those appointments wondering why I wait so long between cuts.

As we caught up on the latest developments in our lives, I shared with her my not-so-adventurous adventures in New England this summer. She pointed out how much I love traveling alone, and she's so right.

I. Love. Being. Alone. It's such a glorious feeling.

Today, after I ran a few much needed errands, I stopped at Pollo Tropical for lunch. Inside. Alone.

I ordered my rice and beans bowl from the kid's menu and searched for a table in the very busy restaurant. I sat at a two-top between two different pairs of diners and dipped into my bowl of Latin-flavored beans and rice.

That was bliss. As I ate and watched the other diners and eavesdropped on their conversations, I was taken back to that little place in Peru where I enjoyed the menu el dia, my breakfast in Barcelona along the shore of the Mediterranean, and even the lobster roll I devoured in my rental car in Maine. I really do enjoy the process of savoring each bite in the company of my mind.

It centers me and gives me what I need to reconnect with the world again. I guess I really am an introvert after all.

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