Table for One

I don't think it's very well known that I hate walking alone into a room full of people.

It's true.

Even if I know every last one of them.

And I hate eating alone in a restaurant (had to do that a lot when I was an auditor, thhppptttt).

Though now I have learned some tricks:  sit at the bar or counter, read a book or the paper or get an apple and cheese from the grocery store and go back to my room.

And I took an online class that purposed to encourage you to dream, to stretch your boundaries, to think about things in a new way.

While I think it may be difficult for you to follow the leap, I decided I would attend one of the art workshops I had been reading about for a couple of years. [the leap is difficult because the dreaming is about outrageous things you put out there vs. screwing up your courage and just doing it, which this is]

Alone.

Just book it and go.

Not worry about how to schlep the materials.

Or that I didn't build in a sidekick.

Or if I would make friends (so second grade, that, I've never not been able to talk to anyone, and can live inside my head quite happily).

So I settled on the one that would take me somewhere I'd never been. 

And has been written up in magazines I've read for years, such as Mary Englebreit's Home Companion (RIP), Country Living or Country Home (maybe both, not sure) and others.

And had the most appealing classes for things I'd never done before because after all, that's the point, isn't it?

I signed up today.

And now I'm swimming around trying to figure out Swap Meets. ! I gather you have to make something to swap with other people.  what if they don't like mine?  I feel my inner grade schooler...

And it looks like there may be dressing up in theme outfits (ack! I did start out as an accountant, after all).

And I'm worrying about schlepping supplies and returning with loot.

Though I may have that worked out: schlep on the way out; pack shipping materials and fed ex on the way back.

Who knows what the economy may be doing. Or more to the point, not doing.

Still.

I am feeling a little thrill.

An adventure is on the horizon.

It'll be fun.

Even if I am all thumbs. 

And tongue-tied or bashful.

Have never worked with mica flakes.

Or 29 gauge florist wire.

Excuse me, I need to go book my flight.