I am learning that I need alone time.

And not just alone time as in huddled in my bed and reading, but alone time away from my house and obligations and requests for snack. Away from a human who needs something from me.

This recharge is crucial, and as magnified by my mom’s absence for the past few weeks, it is very much a privilege to shut off and just be for a little bit.

And yet, if I don’t practice this privilege, where does that lead me? And the family? And the trickle down and out of it?

As it still feels like the world is in disarray, I look to what I can control. As selfish as it seems, my recharge time is very crucial to keeping it all together.


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