The number of people who run into me on my way to the beach and ask “you’re going… alone…?” like it’s something crazy.

Ummmm.. yeah, me and 50 other people beachin’ it.

I wanted to go to the beach, no one else wanted to go to the beach right then, so instead of pouting, I went to the beach.

Too crazy?

But it used to be hard for me, and I reached this point through a lot of pain actually, but it has been worth it. And I’m no introvert – ask anyone who knows me and they could tell you that I am absolutely energized by people. I’m sad to have my own room, need my friends to survive, would prefer to be with people 24/7.

But there are some dreams and some desires and some hopes that are unique to you and only you, and to live them out you’re at times going to have to do something alone, that’s just a fact of life.

And there’s a beauty there, a time to reflect, to discover, to follow every little whim and joy in your heart exactly the way you want to right then.

It makes me uncomfortable to write about this, because I never want to lose my joy of being with people.

But there is a beauty to both.

There is a time for everything – hay tiempo para todo – the most attractive man I’ve ever met once told me (if you’re reading this, and you told me that, just take it as a compliment.)

There’s a time to explore with others, and there’s a time to be alone.
A time to listen to advice, and a time to know you have to stand alone.
A time to be traveling, and a time to be home.

And some of the most beautiful journeys start alone.