It’s like my body is now programmed to take care of someone else and refuses to take a minute to itself. I’ve heard the whole “put on your own oxygen mask before assisting others” analogy, but when 1am is the first quiet moments alone you’ve had all day, sleep (crazy as it sounds) sometimes isn’t the top priority. It’s moments like these that I go take a shower, reflect on the day, set my intentions, check Facebook, think about the future, or just zone out. Everyone else is asleep and it is just me.
And I miss them. And their noise. And their needs. It’s so strange, but so true. Although I need my time and space, I ache for my family at the same time.
Joyful Striving 