I took myself out on a date today because I was slowly starting to go crazy, and not in a good way. I’m sitting down in a hole-in-the-wall coffeeshop enjoying the smell of coffee and wishing they’d hurry up with my order.

I love coffeeshops.  And I don’t even drink that much coffee. I had fun with myself on my date today. I might take myself to the movies soon.

I realized I find my own company interesting and I amuse myself much more than is legal, but that’s all part of my journey of self-love and appreciation.

There are actual mint leaves in my hot chocolate. I feel fancy.