My Solo Intuitive Adventure Day begins with an early AM hike, JUST FOR FUN!
What do you do when your hubby asks you to leave the house for 24 hours…
Ha! Got you there with THAT headline huh? Mark needed to complete a plumbing project at our home that required him to turn off our water supply for as long as it needed. Mark, knowing my fussy and immediate bladder needs, requested me to find a way to stay away and let him plumb safely sans wifely bitching.
Solo Intuitive Adventure Day Was Born!
It has been many, many years, since I have spent 24 hours all by my lonesome doing EXACTLY whatever I wanted to do, whenever I wanted to do it. In fact, it has been SO long, I had a bit of a trouble thinking UP all of the wonderful things I wanted to do. So Like all good things, I started with an early morning hike to my mountain. I went just for fun and not for recording, thinking, praying, or anything other than watching birds, marveling at lizards, saying howdy to fellow hikers and petting the dogs whom I knew on the trail. Pace was NOT exercise quality – even though any hiking is exercise.
Hike accomplished, shower had, what should I do next?
Let’s hit the movies!
I hopped in my red convertible (which I LOVE yet seldom drive now that I am retired), took the top down, slapped on my sunscreen and hat, blasted Beatles music all the way to Burbank and moseyed to the theater to pick a non-Mark-favorite film. Hmm, Girlie romance? Not in the mood. Action? Nope, too much thinking. Schmaltzy Bill Murray Pic? Perfect. Heart-warming with sarcastic wit.
Decided to eat WHATEVER I WANTED. Discovered, not in the mood for popcorn, so enjoyed film and about a $30.00 savings by avoiding the concession stand.
Hmmm What next? Not time to check into hotel yet?
Shopping Heaven or Hell?
Well, I HAVE been looking pretty ratty of late, since I HATE clothes shopping. NOTHING, no matter what size I try, no matter HOW thin or fat I am has ever fit without a trip to the tailor. Shopping means armloads of clothing all different sizes and me having to strip, try, re-dress, take clothes back, find more sizes, rinse repeat, rinse repeat until I want to scream and go back to wearing Mark’s old T-shirts. Sigh. I totally was denied the girly girl shopping and make-up gene. BUT here I am next to a Macy’s with time to kill. What’s the harm? I totally crapshoot my size, took one, count ’em one, outfit in only two sizes a piece into the dressing room. Tried on my first guess.
Ok, all dressed up and where to go? Hmmm picturing excellent red wine with dinner….what ELSE completes this intuitive delight?
I ADMIT to self I want chocolate!
Next stop, time to check in and have some lunch at the hotel. Red convertible roars again through the streets of Burbank, hair flying, sun shining and Beatles blasting… I probably should have a salad for lunch…
SCREW SALAD! I want some fries!
After lunch, I felt WONDERFUL and empowered. I went to my room and discovered HGTV and the FOOD network were both available. Had a great rest of the day watching my fill of shows here. By dinner, I didn’t want to leave, was tired, not that hungry. Ordered room service for what I thought was a personal pizza, got a HUGE pizza for about 8 people. Luckily there’s a small fridge in this room and I had not used the plastic bag I’d brought for laundry. So one slice, one glass of wine and one delish chocolate later, jammies were on, Mark called and loved, and I was hitting the hay after a day that was pleasing to me, and only me.
And the rest of the story…
Bravery in action!
I wanted to go swimming….
Pretend Travel Blogger…
Now, dear brave companions, I’m living a lifelong dream and pretending to be a travel blogger, so I’m writing you this post from my desk at the Airport Marriot in Burbank. I’ve had a wonderful stay, as usual, and I highly recommend solo intuitive adventure days whenever you can manage it, plumbing or no, plumbing.
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