Left for Florida today… for work.

Took my sweet babies to school and said goodbye to Julia, Nate and my mountains for a few days.

   

 

I was so proud of myself…

Drove myself to the airport, made it through security, flight (rough take off – for those of you who know I am major jittery about flying…), got my own taxi, checked into my hotel and

::drum roll::

went down to the lobby and asked for my order ‘for here’ not ‘to go’

I sat down by myself for two whole minutes…

Then, it was lonely. Ugh. It’s like the movie Hope Floats.

Eating by yourself… why is that such a hard thing to do?

Just googling ‘Eat alone’ brought up an entire page… including this serious article… http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/430895/how_to_eat_alone_with_confidence.html

Ok, so at least I am not alone in my desire to not eat alone…