I was at the laundromat on Sunday and an attractive tattooed gentleman spoke to me. I replied, but when he didn’t say anything further, I almost retreated into my book (my usual response). Then I told myself to stop being a scaredy-cat. We obviously had at least two things in common that we could talk about. Laundromat. Tattoos. So I put the book down and complimented his artwork. And we chatted until my laundry was done. I am so proud of myself for taking that little/big step. It seems silly—after all, he spoke to me first so he was obviously open to conversation. I work in customer service—I’ve gotten better at chatting with total strangers. But when it was on a personal level, I nearly froze, nearly fell back into my old loner habits……and then I stepped out of my comfort zone. Just one step, and what a nice result. Yay, me!