Solitude and loneliness are often used as synonyms. But for me they are strikingly different. The former describes the state of being alone, whereas the latter implies a discontentment with this circumstance. The pleasure of companionship is not contested. We share our laughter, thoughts, and experiences. But taking pleasure in solitude is wondrous.

Being alone when a child was not something I relished, even knowing my family was nearby. It wasn’t until I was an adolescent and sent to my room, with parental exasperation,  that I began to appreciate being by myself.  I had no personal phone nor television, and computers only existed in sci-fi, but I spent some wonderful hours reading and listening to music.

In my adult years while the activities and destinations have expanded I recognize, while alone, an increased engagement with my surroundings. My focus is honed.

It is a time to relish a moment in my own way.

The choice of interests and activities are endless; loneliness is obsolete.

Thank you for taking the time to read my post! Welcome to the tales of a woman solo traveler and thoughts to make today the start of something new. I hope you find information and inspiration in the text and images and join me in my quest for growth, wonderment and self-improvement.