All Time Is My Time
In the usual back-to-school spirit I have been trying to settle on a daily routine to keep motivated and sane while I am still working from home. I had been in a rut of waking up late, working later and then staying up later still to have enough ‘me time’ and I could feel my anxiety levels creeping upwards. I was mapping out a new schedule when I looked my Sundays thinking “ok so then Sunday night to Monday night is my time” On Sundays I like to have an indulgent shower, maybe watch a movie with my housemates. Then Monday evening I like to spend cooking and after that have some time alone. But I had this feeling of exhaustion looking at the days after that. I thought, wait, really? I have ‘my time’ on Sundays to Mondays and then the rest of the week is, for who? For whom am I spending this time if not for me? There was this shadow of guilt over all my other free evenings, and it was saying that “any free time should be spent with or in the service of other people” Earlier ...
