I used to think lovely weekends away would come to me when I had a significant other in my life. As independent of a woman as I am, for some reason I associated that joyful ritual (hotel stays, destination overnights) as being something that would happen with a partner. Perhaps on some level as a woman, I had instilled that one day having a partner would help *make* that dream come true- he would logistically make that experience come true. How old fashioned. How did I let that narrative seep into my mind state?
I’m embarrassed admitting it. But I was sort of waiting for someone to lead me on vacation, encourage me to take the time off, romance me.
None of the men who have come or gone in the past couple years were going to make that dream happen. So I did it for myself. Started dreaming up destinations, adventures, and making them come true. And let me tell you, it’s been *very* enjoyable traveling on my own! Meeting up with beautiful friends, exploring new spaces, expanding.
In reality, a night or two away to a lovely location is totally manageable on my own. Even a cleverly planned jaunt abroad, has worked beautifully. It took a bit of time to get my earning up to a comfortable place to be able to afford vacations, but I’ve made it. And it’s been extraordinary.
