M is for me time
I never thought much of this concept, always attributing it to Ayn Rand quoting elitists. Don't get me wrong, I admire Ayn Rand's writing. But the idea of a completely self oriented life was never my cup of tea.
But constant thinking about another life that one is responsible for, is immensely draining. Some days it is merely the physical activity that gets one down.
What time did she eat last? Do I have the next feed ready? Her next doctor appointment... Activities at the day care...
The list lengthens every waking moment of mine. Between my day job and home, I seem to be on autopilot.
So some days, in the short moments between my head touching the pillow and my spiraling into deep slumber, I find myself wishing for longer me times. Some days I'm able to steal some out to write. Or if I'm incredibly lucky, drift into blank thoughts of quiet and peace.