So, this past Saturday, I ovaried-up and dragged my socially anxious self to San Diego LGBT Pride. It’s not an event I usually would have gone to by myself and it’s also not an event that a lot of people I know are very interested in. So, unfortunately, it’s not an event I’ve ever been to even though I’ve always really wanted to go.
It was nerve-racking, but I pushed through it for the new experience.
And I’m so glad I did.
With my anxiety, it’s easy for me to forget how rewarding new experiences can be. They’re a good distraction from the Depression Monster, I get out of the apartment (which means one less day sitting around thinking about how lazy/useless/boring I am for never going outside), and I usually end up enjoying myself. And even if I don’t enjoy myself, I always end up learning something new about myself.
Discovering more about myself is always a good thing.
Let’s have a toast to new experiences!
I love you all.