Mike C., Founder
Aging Solo Today
I go to Magic Kingdom on my own fairly often. I love Disney, and I’m not going to wait for someone else’s schedule to line up before I spend a day there.
Today I took a few pictures as I went: Mickey near the entrance, Cinderella Castle, the Country Bears, the Hall of Presidents, and Tomorrowland. Taking those pictures got me thinking more consciously about something I’ve learned from going places alone.
At 61, I know what it looks like to be a man riding alone at Magic Kingdom or asking for a table for one. There are moments when I wonder what other people make of it. That feeling may only last a second, but it’s real.
Then I remember that I came because I want to be here.
I’ve worked hard. I love this place. I’ve earned the right to spend a day enjoying it, even if I’m the whole party.
Going alone lets me follow my own interests. I can revisit something I’ve seen many times or head toward whatever catches my eye. I can take my time over a meal. I can ride again, or sit for a while and watch the day unfold around me.
I enjoy sharing experiences with people I care about, and I enjoy this, too. A solo visit can be fulfilling in its own right.
As I looked through my photos, I thought about how many things people put off because they don’t have someone to go with. Sometimes the hesitation is practical. Sometimes it’s the thought of walking in alone, dining alone, or wondering whether everyone else notices.
I understand that thought. I’ve had it myself. But I don’t want it making my plans for me.
Solo travel, even a day trip to a place you know well, gives you a chance to decide what you’d enjoy and then go do it. That decision has become a familiar part of my life. Today, I happened to take some pictures and notice how much joy it has given me.
Party of one? Yes. And I had a wonderful day.