I have and it's amazing. I have come to a friend's old fisherman's cottage on the west of Scotland and I am currently in bed with a cup of tea, looking out over the sea. I've been here since Saturday on my own and all I have done is go for walks on the beach, eat, have a bath, read, stare at the sea and watch shit telly. That's all I plan to do today too and I don't even feel remotely guilty.
DH is still working for the next couple of days, but he and the teenagers (3 of the blighters 😂) are coming on Thursday so I'm just going to enjoy the solitude. Being on your own (by choice) is quite lovely and it's the first time for over twenty years so I'm going to enjoy it. It's definitely made my mind up that this won't be the last time. It feels like a bit of a 'reset', which is a phrase I hate but it feels appropriate for this. If you can, do it.