I was speaking with a friend the other day who was going to the movies for the first time alone. She was petrified of the judgment she might receive. I told her that I used to go to the movies and eat alone ALL THE TIME, especially when my husband was in residency and before little bambino arrived. She thought I was cray.
As the mother of a small child, I am never alone, and I’m fine with that. But before motherhood, I was always okay being alone. My husband has a demanding schedule and my friends aren’t always available. Was I supposed to sit in our apartment like a hermit because of that?
I would go out to lunch between errands and people-watch. I saw some great movies such as One Direction: This is Us without complaining from my better half. It was a win for me!
Trust me, I had some great afternoons out to lunch by myself. I also live by the philosophy “no company is better than bad company.” I have a few well-developed friendships rather than “tons of friends.” I would rather be alone than with someone I have nothing in common with. My parents didn’t over-program me with playdates as a kid, and I had to self-entertain. I think this is important. It is okay to be alone sometimes.