I have self identified as spontaneous, depressed, and anxious, so it won't surprise you that I had mixed emotions about going somewhere new. This year, I have gone to so many ne places, but most of these places were because someone encouraged me. I had a friend with me. I had someone cheering me on telling me that my anxiety was stupid and I was stronger.
I have come so far in the past few years. When I was younger, I wouldn't go anywhere by myself or try anything new. My diet is beyond predictable. I dare you to ask my parents what my favorite foods are. My dad will say a potpie. He knows I hate it and that is why he will say it. My mom will probably say popcorn with Kraft cheese or salad with so much ranch dressing you question the existence of a salad. She is a clever girl. It is mostly because I have ordered the same foods from the same restaurants for years.
This was actually a fun challenge because I knew that I had so many places that I wanted to go. I had food to eat, drinks to drink, stuff to buy... Here is the glitch. Did I mention that I went gluten free? It makes it crappy to try new places. Alas I still have been able to survive anywhere. I have gone boldly to many stores and bought nothing, I have been to food establishments and refrained from eating junk, and I have been to salons and just sat there.
Sometimes the best experience is just having good company and trying something new. I still think the greatest adventure is trying to stay gluten free, feel good, and stay fairly positive. You all know me. Wine will be needed for the last point.