50 Ways to Spend Time Alone

  1. Go out for a walk
  2. Paint your nails
  3. Try cooking a new dish
  4. Read a book/ Go to a bookstore
  5. Take a long bath
  6. Write in your journal
  7. Catch up on your favorite shows
  8. Watch an inspiring TED talk
  9. Meditate
  10. Organize your room/closet
  11. Get a massage
  12. Experiment with your makeup
  13. Try a new workout class
  14. Explore your neighborhood
  15. Unplug
  16. Watch a funny Youtube video
  17. Apply a face mask
  18. Listen to an album you haven't heard yet
  19. Go to a comedy show
  20. Visit a museum
  21. Write a handwritten letter to someone you care about
  22. Make your own face scrub
  23. Head to a cafe for coffee/tea
  24. Research something you've been meaning to learn more about
  25. Clean your home
  26. Create a playlist
  27. Declutter your inbox
  28. Fix your resume
  29. Write a letter to your future/younger self
  30. Set intentions
  31. Work on manifesting all you desire
  32. Listen to a podcast
  33. Go to the movies
  34. Create a budget
  35. Drink water
  36. Take a nap
  37. Meal plan/ prep
  38. Find a new affirmation for your week
  39. Browse your favorite website
  40. Draw or color in a coloring book
  41. Watch a documentary
  42. Write a creative story
  43. Make popsicles
  44. Do laundry
  45. Make a vision board
  46. FaceTime someone
  47. Try a new hairstyle
  48. Pin away on Pinterest
  49. Redecorate a room in your house
  50. Sign-up for volunteer work  


Lee Plumb, NCICS

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