Now that I'm a highfalutin reporter, traveling to the city for meetings with my editor, I find myself staying in hotel rooms alone and, in turn, eating in restaurants alone. For some, that might seem like a nightmare. "A table for one, please." What scary words! But, the truth is, these days, I kind of enjoy eating a meal alone. I find myself the coziest table, tucked away in a quiet corner. I bring a book or a newspaper. I order myself a well-deserved pint of Keiths and I settle myself in for an hour of me time. I order exactly what I'm craving and as I wait, I take out my notebook and jot down a to-do list for the evening or the next day or I write a few blog ideas or a few words that are inspiring me. I read. I think. I look around, and I do my best not to feel self-conscious as others stare at me wonderingly. Sometimes, I even venture to guess what those minds are thinking. Are they wondering why I'm alone? Are they guessing I'm a traveling business woman? Do they think I look pathetic or empowered? It's hard to tell. But, either way, all that matters is that I'm content. My table is full of papers, books and notebooks. My pen is at the ready. In front of me is a delicious meal and quenching my thirst is a cold beer. Life is good.
Do you ever eat alone? Do you find it awkward or empowering?