In my younger years, I had a real problem with being alone. As in, I hated it. Spending an entire weekend alone would have seemed like punishment. Now, it feels more like a reward. Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy the company of my friends and family. The majority of my time I would most definitely rather spend with them than alone. But I've learned something valuable over the years - I actually like myself.
Since discovering how much I enjoy my own company, I like to periodically treat myself to a date. This particular time I felt the urge to do something in the great outdoors. So I opted to go for a hike.
At this point, I hadn't seen any fellow hikers. I was coming around one of the bends in the trail and I heard something. I'm not exactly sure what I heard, but it sounded kind of like someone on an old, rusty bicycle riding into the woods. I looked around and saw nothing. NOTHING! What in the world did I just hear? My mind began to race. I felt the same way I did when I was a kid: Whenever I was walking away from a dark room or area, I would walk faster and faster until I broke out into a full blown sprint. I was always sure there was a huge, scary creature chasing me from the depths of that darkness, ready to eat my toes and fingers for a snack!
(As a side note, I didn't realize until after my hike that According to Native American legend, Rabun Bald is inhabited by fire-breathing demon people and some campers report hearing strange sounds throughout the night. Thanks, Caleb.)
Just as I began to hear the banjo song from "Deliverance" play in my head, I came to an opening in the trail. Whew. I took a deep breath and realized there was in fact, no one chasing me. I did however, for the next few minutes have the following train of thought:
After spending a while meditating, praying, and eating beef jerky and granola bars, I decided to head back down the mountain. I made it back to my car in what seemed like no time at all, and began my drive back home.
I know my hike wasn't an extraordinary feat by an means, but I had an extraordinary hike. It felt good to know that I was special enough to have taken time out of my schedule to spend quality time with myself. (Huh?)
The moral of the story is this: Treat yourself to a date now and then. It doesn't have to be hiking up a mountain. Do whatever your you likes to do. The point is, take time for yourself. Get to know yourself better. Search yourself. Romance yourself (but not in a weird way).
Now, stop reading this and get out there and date yourself!
By: Christie Pike