The Amazing Perks Of A Weekend Alone


Have you ever had the urge to get away by yourself? Just luxuriate in your own company? Laurie experienced just that when she recently spent a weekend alone. 

By Laurie Stone

Have you ever had the urge to get away by yourself? Just luxuriate in your own company? I recently spent a weekend alone. It was incredible. And afterwards, I realized it helped in several vital ways.


I didn’t have to go far: I traveled all of 30 minutes to a beautiful seaside inn on Long Island Sound. I had a lovely view of the water and because I was away Thursday and Friday nights, rates were cheaper.

I could’ve saved money and picked a boring business hotel, but that’s not what this was about. I wanted somewhere beautiful, restorative and inspirational. I wanted to treat myself. If I was going to do this, I wanted to do it right. 

An Adult Experience

Checking in. Having luggage brought to my room. Tipping the bellman. After 35 years, these are things usually done by my more worldly, well-traveled husband. I’m not used to navigating the world alone.

Yet later, as I sat on that big, comfortable bed, I realized I liked it. I wondered why I hadn’t done it more often, especially when the kids were younger and I could’ve used this break. 

Expanding My Horizon

motherhood, guilty pleasures, meals, mother, worrying, hopeful, boys, asleep, pedometerMany older females are in that sweet spot — kids grown, more freedom and with luck, we still have our health. There’s something “anything goes” about this time. If we don’t start pushing the envelope and exploring who we are now, when will we? Life at this time is like fine, aged wine. Pull out a bottle and drink up.

I can’t think of anything sadder than getting to the nursing home and thinking, “If only.” If only we had taken a chance. If only we had explored who we were on our own, not just in the roles of wife and mother. If only we had allowed ourselves adventures.

Solitude Is Important

Anna Morrow Lindberg, wife of aviator Charles Lindberg, occasionally had solo weekends — and sometimes weeks by herself. She called this time “sinking into oneself” and believed it was vital for women. She wrote the bestseller, A Gift from the Sea, about time alone.

Mother of six (including her kidnapped baby), she felt solitude essential in finding her true essence. This in turn breeds confidence. We realize we’re capable of much more than we knew.

Learning About Myself

I always knew I was an introvert with no problem spending tons of time alone. I love reading and writing. But I also learned I need people and was grateful I booked dinner both nights with friends.

I thought I’d sleep late but rose at 7 each morning with coffee in my room. Everything was quiet and still. I wrote in my journal, read, took long walks and sometimes wondered what was going on back home. A few times I sighed with contentment. I liked it so much, I felt guilty.

Free to Be

Sometimes it’s necessary to step out of our lives. And it’s different than staying home alone for the weekend. In the house there’s always laundry, cooking and cleaning. The dog has to be walked and the cat fed. At home, even by yourself a few days, you’re still in charge. And that’s a different feeling than being untethered somewhere else.

To get the full effect of solitude, you have to go somewhere without distractions. Then you’re able to concentrate on what you love. You’re free to listen to your inner voice.

Appreciative of What I Have

After two days I came back refreshed to my beloved home. My husband and two sons did a surprisingly good job keeping the home fires burning. “How was your time away?” Randy asked, as I started to unpack. I gave him a kiss. “It was just what I needed. Thank you.”

I realized then how he’s always supported my growth in life. I’m grateful and lucky.

Looking Ahead

Now I’m working my way up to somewhere further, maybe even a solo stay in Manhattan. Beyond that, who knows? This weekend was simple, but it’s the first chapter of what I hope will be many.

My husband’s burnt out on travel. One hundred business flights a year will do that.  So that leaves me, at least for now, to my own devices. What’s next? California? Paris? India?

The world beckons.

Laurie Stone writes from the woods of Easton, Conn. Her blog, “Musings, Rants &Scribbles,” shares thoughts on growing up, older and (hopefully) wiser. Follow her on FacebookTwitter, and Pinterest.

3 Responses to “The Amazing Perks Of A Weekend Alone”

  1. I’m a big believer in solo time. I’m off tomorrow for 5 weeks alone in my little NY state home!

  2. Rena says:

    I met my husband on a Friday 32 years ago and we’ve never spent a night apart since! I love him dearly, but I’ve always secretly dreamed of traveling solo somewhere. Either the Outerbanks in NC or a cross-country drive to Seattle. It would break his heart to be left behind though so I don’t

  3. Diane says:

    I admire your courage, Laurie. I would love to do this, but I’m not sure I have quite the adventurous ‘chops’ it would take. I’m the one who packs my suitcase and shows up after Husby has made all the arrangements.
    It does sound like heaven, though…


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