I've been doing lots of things that are very uncomfortable for me lately.
Today I got to spend time with myself.
Worrying about free time, up until recently, has been a moot point. My days have been filled to bursting with work and activities for both myself and my family.
Now that my daughter is driving herself around and my husband is working swing-shift, I find myself with more free time than I'm comfortable with.
For here's the truth, while most people relish the idea of a free day, at home, by themselves, I dread it. I feel exposed and vulnerable. And guilty. Like it's somehow wrong to have time to myself.
Today I met my "free time" nemesis head-on. With a 14 hour window of self-improvement opportunity stretching before me, free time and I were going to become buddies. Because, let's face it, I need to learn to appreciate my own company.
So far, I have managed to waste an incredible amount of clock hours in a relatively short span of time. I'm getting things done, but I'm also relaxing. And I'm having fun.
Oh yeah, all of you that tell me how much you look forward to time on your own.
You were right... Happy now?