healing gracie

I went on a date today. I was so scared at first. Scared, nervous, thinking of every way possible that I could screw it up. I was afraid of that because my triggers have been in overdrive lately, and I was afraid of freaking out if I got triggered. But I was fine...maybe I don't give myself enough credit.

It was a fun date. The guy is really nice, fun. And he has somewhat of a sporadic, go with the flow personality. And he does not take himself seriously. Kind of a good counter for my serious nature.

We went geo-caching, which is kind of like a modernized treasure hunt using a GPS. We spent some time talking to each other, getting to know each other better and such. As we neared our destination we had to start hiking. It was a fun hike (we later found out we took the long, hard way...aka, made our own path when there was a perfectly carved path just west of us). Sad to say, we got to the location and there was no treasure to be found. We were quite disappointed, but not too disappointed.

We walked back the easy way to where the car was parked. Next to the parking lot is a stream. We decided to have a little more fun and have a skipping rock contest. I would say it was a draw, that our talents at skipping rocks were fairly matched...but my date would say otherwise. He deemed himself champion.

I actually had a good time...that kind of surprised me. It was hard, at first. At the beginning of the date I was so nervous that I had a hard time talking. But as the date went longer I got a little more comfortable. It was probably one of the best dates I've been on...as in a date where I wasn't constantly trying to talk myself through it. I just did my best to have fun. And it worked.