Yesterday’s achievement was I went to a movie. That’s it. That’s the accomplishment.
I love going to movies and have told myself for many years that I’m going to start going more often. And then, of course, I never do.
In fact, I’ve only gone to the movies by myself twice before. While I have no issue traveling around France by myself, doing things alone closer to home terrifies me. It’s a massive anxiety trigger.
There are tons of worst case scenarios, usually having to do with a man ignoring my boundaries in some horrible way, that race through my head. It requires a ton of energy to overcome them.
I’ve gotten control of tons of other anxiety triggers with practice, though, and doing things like going to the movies by myself is just another one. I know I can do this. Yesterday was the first step.
Yesterday, for the first time, I went to a movie alone at the theater near my office. It was easy, and delightful, and I enjoyed the experience very much.
I’m very proud of myself.
I don’t have any lofty goals for today. Today, I will simply enjoy my day, basking in the knowledge that I succeeded in doing something courageous yesterday.
(Also, Little Women is just as good as everyone says. I adored it. The casting, the acting, the costumes, the scenery, and all of the giggles, squealing, silliness and tears. All combined, it made for an absolutely wonderful movie-going experience.)