On Being Alone
I read a Tweet or Facebook comment or something recently where the person was anxious because it was her first time out for dinner in a restaurant alone. How sad, I thought, you have really missed out.
You see, I have always been a person who is fine being alone. In fact, I often relish it, especially now with two kids when I rarely get to do it. It started out in my late teens/early 20s when I realized there was a certain strength, a certain confidence I would get from choosing to do something solo – even when I could have called up a friend/boyfriend/family member to do it with me – and then actually enjoying it.
My favorite things to do alone?
A movie. There’s something so calming about taking your time to pick your seat, nibble on your snack and absorb a film (and your opinion of it in the end) on your own.
A walk is a close second. I am happy to roam solo with my thoughts and the rhythm of my footsteps ahead of me.
Working out. I don’t want to go with anyone, ever. I like to focus on my panting in private.
Shopping. I don’t need a second opinion at this stage, I know what I like and what works on me, so it’s easier (and frankly more fun) to go it alone.
Mani/pedi. I consider this a sacred hour of quiet time. The only thing I want with me is a stack of magazines.
Breakfast or lunch. I don’t love eating dinner in a restaurant by myself because those meals always seem to be more social, but it’s so pleasant to grab a coffee or a sandwich solo. I usually bring along a book or magazine if I know I am going to be dining sans companion, but also find the time to take in my surroundings. People watch, see what others are ordering, absorb the design and atmosphere of the restaurant…it’s calming, interesting, fun, and you don’t have to share dessert 😉
What do you like to do solo?