A Time for Myself
These times are like a long long long holiday. People are stuck inside their houses. Me, a homebody, are sparked with plans. Paint, write, read novels, learn a new song, journal, scrapbook, plant veggies, bake cakes, there's a lot more to my bucket list. Things that I'd like to do by myself, to make myself happy. Looks like having a time for myself is quite hard at home. Been so many months and my bucket list is still unchecked well. I keep on thinking about other people and how I can be there every time. What if someone needed my help when I am all by myself painting? Who else will be that one-call-away buddy? When I am having a time for myself, I miss a lot of chance to be helpful and useful, and I feel guilty for that. These thoughts set distance from my time for myself. More dangerously, they put me into "available" mode almost all the time: sitting by my phone or something else less "time for myself" to be one-call-away. Sometimes I just want to go away...