There just aren’t enough hours in a day.
This is my short day for work, my half-day. It’s already overfull. The massage is nice, it’s a whole half hour when I don’t have to DO anything. a whole half-hour.
There’s a lot of self-care things that are out of reach, big and small. vacations, travel, more reading or naps or going for walks, longer massages or …
There’s no time. There’s projects and cleaning and errands and food and learning and WORK. both Work and work. There’s just never enough time.
The sun is shining and it’s almost 50 degrees. And here I am, looking forward to my drive downtown because that’s when I get to go out and see the sun.
Wait, do I have therapy today?? I might. Wish that sounded nice instead of one more damn thing. 🙁
