Solo to Florida: Riding, Resting, Recharging

A few days ago, I boarded a plane and flew to Florida on my own. No detailed itinerary for anyone else. No compromises. Just me, my suitcase, and a quiet sense of excitement that felt a little unfamiliar — and very welcome.

I spent a few days at Universal Studios, wandering at my own pace. I saw shows simply because they looked interesting. I rode rides when I felt like it — and skipped them when I didn’t. There was no rushing, no negotiating plans, no explaining why I wanted to do something or why I didn’t. For the first time in a long time, I listened only to myself.

Between the parks and the sunshine, I found moments of stillness I didn’t realize I needed. I sat poolside with a book, letting the warmth soak into my bones. I worked on my own book — words flowing easier when there was space to breathe. I rested without guilt. I relaxed without an agenda.

Solo travel isn’t about being lonely. It’s about learning how to be with yourself again. It’s about remembering what you enjoy when no one else’s expectations are in the room. This trip wasn’t about checking things off a list — it was about recharging, reconnecting, and quietly rebuilding confidence.

I came home lighter than I arrived. Not because life suddenly changed, but because I gave myself permission to pause, to enjoy, and to choose myself for a few days.

If you’ve been craving rest, adventure, or simply time alone with your own thoughts, let this be your sign. Sometimes the most powerful trips are the ones you take by yourself.

Before you go: Have you ever traveled solo — or is it something you’re thinking about trying? What would your ideal solo getaway look like?

Until the next chapter—may your coffee be strong and your heart stay open, and you always lead with kindness
— Jen