Solo and its comfort
I planned to write about my long awaited entry today - the Ilocos Solo Trip, but I guess it would be better to have this confession first.
Comfort zone
Those two words came to my mind with an impact when I read an interview of Maine and second is when I read a quote which read as:
“A comfort zone is a beautiful place, but nothing ever grows there." - Unknown
If I could use that imaginary place to check in on my SNS's every time, I would. Ever since, I never had the courage to taste new things. I always prefer the ones I already knew or comfortable with. I guess, that is my main defense mechanism in preventing myself to experience unpleasant things.
But who would have thought, that stepping out of my comfort zone will lead me finding my comfort at the opposite side of it? Did not get it, right?
The Heartbreak that lasted (or still lasting until now) since December last year pushed me to do new things. After those two years with her, I admit, she became my happy place - my comfort zone. And I ought to have a new one since she's not here anymore.
I used to have company in every thing I do. I remember when I was in college, I would rather be hungry for days instead of eating alone whenever my friends go home for weekends. I remember requiring myself a friend every time I walk around the campus because of the possibility that the ex could come across my path.
Hence, I tried several new things this year and one of those is doing things in solo.
It was my first time to travel alone last May. I never knew that the comfortableness that it gave me would be this so addictive. After that trip, I started to try everything in solo - eat (minimal since I still find it pathetic eating outside alone), shopping, going to movies, etc. Couples would obviously say that it will be of course, sad. I even recommended trying to travel alone with this group of friends of mine but they find it weird. Sorry, but I am not a good persuader. I will just let them be. They do not have idea that they are missing half of their lives (cliche phrase. lol)
As I have said to another friend (the weird one, you know who you are) I guess the ecstatic the mountaineers feel every time they reach the peak is same with those who travel alone. That feeling na, may napatunayan ka sa sarili mo.
In my case, I proved to myself that I can be happy, I can do things, I can be in places, I can meet people, I can feel this awesome fulfillment, even without others, a significant other at least.
Trusting myself. A thought that once upon a time was shattered is now starting to fix itself.
Yes, solo travelling has also its downsides but the aftermath will always be worth it. I assure you.
Disclaimer: It happened again, I cannot walk around our building without anyone - same reason - because of the possibility I would see my ex who works there, too. I guess, step by step? Right? *sighs*