Time for me

It's what we do the least and what we need the most: "me time."

Time for calming the frothy sea of appointments, spilled coffee, homework, weeds, Pilates, veggie burgers, email, performance reviews and on and on and on. Feel free to fill in the blanks with the speciifics of your life.

Yet there's nothing - No Thing - that brings us back to ourselves quite like: Spending Time With Me."

It's not indulgence in the sense of snuggling in with a good book or shopping for the perfect earrings.

It's breathing in yourself. The precious air that fills your lungs--those weird twin sacs. The exchange of oxygen for carbon dioxide that feeds your blood, which feeds your body, which keeps you alive moment by moment.

So what feeds your soul? What keeps your soul vibrant, moment by moment?

Your soul demands nothing more than your full attention. And yet, will survive even under the most withering neglect. You can't kill it. YOU are still in there, rich and burnished like polished wood.

You can ignore the stirrings of your soul, push them away, cover them up with hurry-hurry-hurry, gotta-finish, fall into bed for another round of chaos.

Or you can take time for yourself.

You choose.