A Place for One
- Jo Landolfo
- Dec 21, 2025
- 2 min read
Updated: Dec 26, 2025

There is a familiar question asked in restaurants everywhere. The hostess smiles and says, “Just one?”
It’s a simple question, but it carries a quiet cultural assumption — that one is temporary, that one is waiting, that one is somehow less than.
But for many women, one is not a lack. One is a choice.
There comes a moment — whether on the road, in a quiet home, or in the middle of an ordinary day — when a woman realizes that no one is coming to fill the space.
And then comes the deeper realization: No one needs to.
Being alone is not the same as being lonely. Loneliness is the ache for connection that is missing. Aloneness, when chosen and understood, is a return to self.
For women who live solo — by circumstance or by intention — this distinction is essential. Without it, solitude feels heavy. With it, solitude becomes grounding. Silence softens. The day feels complete rather than unfinished.
This understanding cannot be borrowed. It must be realized internally.
When a woman learns to sit with herself — not distracted, not performing, not waiting — something settles. She remembers who she is without witnesses. She recognizes her own steadiness. Peace is no longer dependent on company or validation.
This is the inner celebration.
It doesn’t require a crowd or a perfectly set table. It lives in warmth, familiarity, and presence. It may look like a quiet meal, a low fire, a window view, or a pause before the next journey begins.
Many of us have spent holidays alone. Some by necessity. Some by choice. Often those moments become the most honest ones — breaking bread with new friends met along the way, or honoring the season inwardly. These are not lesser celebrations. They are deeply human ones.
Choosing a place for one is not a rejection of connection. It is a refusal to fear absence.
It is the moment a woman realizes she can generate warmth from within. That she does not disappear in quiet. That her life does not need to be proven through noise, performance, or appearance.
For women stepping into a solo life, this may be the most important gift they give themselves. With it, solitude becomes companionship. Stillness becomes rest. The road — literal or symbolic — feels honest.
So, when the question is asked, “Just one? "The answer doesn’t need apology or explanation.
Yes. One is enough.





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