Tiny lanterns light the room like firelight while music and conversations give the room a warm and cozy atmosphere. Just outside there is a thin path that has been shoveled in the dusting of snow and in the distance people stroll by bundled in coats and scarves while their breath escapes in small misty puffs. Tonight, I am being brave. Usually on my weekend stays at a hotel I would hide away in the room, not speaking to a single soul except the concierge when I checked in. Instead, I am dining alone and writing. Now don’t misunderstand me, I do see the humor in the fact that I feel brave for sitting alone not talking to anyone… Albeit now in a room full of people. As if that is some drastic change from my usual. Nonetheless, it did require the effort of showering and putting on clothes so… There you go, brave.
Also, because I am determined to be open to social interaction tonight (once again, brave), I am not staring into my phone which screams “don’t talk to me.” Instead, I am writing in my journal and notes to friends. It has led to me being here a lot longer than I think the wait staff are accustomed, but I am perfectly happy to surpass expectations. 🤓 It does feel a little strange pouring my heart out onto paper while surrounded by strangers who are completely unaware of my inner thoughts.
Sojourn Nation 