The person we end up spending our entire lives with is not a soul mate, a sister, or even a best friend. It is ourselves. Occasionally I think about spending every day of my life listening to my own thoughts and get a little irritated. Because I can be irritating. And weird.
For that reason I believe that it’s important to spend time with yourself. The line distinguishing narcissism and self-love is very thin and hard to see, but I think getting to know your own person and beginning to like that person is important. Because when things go wrong the only individual you can count on to always be there is yourself.
So sometimes you just gotta buy yourself a new dress and take yourself out on a date. Which is what I did today.
My self date consisted of a visit to the Met and a quiet cafe on the upper East side.