I took my journal, some markers and pens, and sat down by a big window, lit by the sunlight in an empty area of the restaurant. It was really empty, and only maybe one or two workers there. I got a really good salad (with lots of onions...mmm, my fave) and half a bowl of baked potato soup. I sat there, eating my meal by myself. It was so. fucking. nice. They had some Thelonius Monk playing (one of my favorite jazz artists) in the background, and oh, it was DI-FUCKING-VINE.
I sat there for maybe an hour, journaling, writing, doodling, and just enjoying the quality time that I took out for myself. I didn't worry about anything but enjoying my meal, and reflecting in my journal. I definitely am going to do that more often than not. Maybe go to different cafe's, or restaurants to change it up, but sitting there today, just reflecting and not thinking too hardly about anything but the now, was the shit.