If you are anything like me – that phrase means almost nothing to you.
Problem is we all need it to stay sane. I know I do. I need me time probably more than I need to eat. Not more than coffee, but certainly more than food. I would gladly miss a meal or two to have me time.
During the week—forget about it—ain’t happening. And on the weekends, I write.
Yes, writing is a solitary business and most (my HHB included) believes this is my alone time. But he doesn’t have voices in his head, or scenes playing in his mind that need to be written, so they leave me the heck alone. That is not alone time. That is writing time.
I actually started to make a list of the things I wanted to do with my time and the sad thing is, none of it seemed important. Which is the point of me time, right? See how long it’s been since I’ve had it – everything I do now, has to serve a purpose.
Here in lies the problem – if I had nothing to do, I’d be bored stiff, or so I think.
When did this happen? When did I become a timeoholic? I have no idea if this is a word, but it should be, don’t you think?
So here are a few things I fantasize about if I had “Me Time”:
Take a Vacation (who cares where as long as it’s all about me – just away)
Read a book from start to finish in one sitting
Take a long bath (maybe till the water turned cold)
Party – (yes it sounds childish, but I can't remember the last time I danced till dawn and didn’t worry about driving home, or who was around to see me looking stupid. So yeah – right now it sounds like a blast.)
Okay, enough of me being Eeyore – What would you do if you had the time?