Lately, I’ve been discovering the beauty and simplicity of spending time with myself. I’ve always been an introvert, so I fully know and understand the significance of taking some time every day to be by myself, but typically, this means watching Netflix, reading, writing, listening to music, or walking my dog. What I’ve been realizing recently is the joy of dating myself, meaning taking myself out, and not just on errands.
Anxiety. It’s the hot button of this generation. It’s the feeling that can hinder our other emotions and daily lives. It’s the rapidly growing issue that’s provoking a larger discourse about mental health. Anxiety. It’s no longer just a funny feeling in your stomach. For some, it’s a full-blown state of being.
I have a confession to make. I am extremely guilty of something, and it’s probably something that we are all actually guilty of as well: Negative self-talk. Sometimes (actually a lot of times), I find that I internally put myself down, as I wonder why I’m not smarter, prettier, better dressed, wittier, stronger, funnier, or healthier, and the list goes on and on.