Solitary Explorations

Yesterday, a friend was bemoaning the fact that she had no one with whom to explore. Her husband was rarely up for anything that could remotely be called an adventure and she’d been so busy that her cadre of friends had dwindled to a just a few, none of whom could be called upon to venture out on a moment’s notice for parts and experiences unknown.

I started to recommend solitary explorations but stopped myself. This person may not enjoy that particular pleasure, although, in truth, I doubt she’s ever tried it.

I have found, over the past couple of years, there’s very little I truly need a companion to enjoy. Okay, a comedy film is more fun with shared laughter, but little else requires another mind to enjoy it. I’ve grown to prefer solitary exploration for it’s simple benefits.

First, I needn’t worry about the comfort and needs of a companion. I can literally go until I feel the need to stop. Then there’s the fact that which restaurant someone else would prefer doesn’t play into the equation. And, lastly, I tend to take joy in very small things and not to be very bothered by things that don’t turn out perfect. My daughter is the one travel partner of whom I’ve found this to be true. She, too, can extract enjoyment from slivers of a day. Consequently, she’s my preferred discovery cohort.

Yet, some things I still would rather dig into all by myself, because at the end of the day I don’t need to worry about anyone’s pleasure, except my own. And that, my friends, is a great luxury.

So, if you haven’t tried it lately, I highly recommend taking a jaunt into the unknown all by your lonesome.! Happy solitary explorations to you.