For so much of my life, I have felt guilty for taking time for me, to do the things that I want to do for me. This guilt intensified when I became a mom, feeling as though I needed to always drop everything for my girls.
Tonight, sitting in the car while Sophia danced and Izzie tumbled, I took time for me. And for once, I didn’t feel guilty about it. I enjoyed time to work in my planner, writing things down and feeling a bit more organized all while listening to a book.
The sun began to set, and yet, I continued to relax. I did have to turn the car on as the sunshine had provided warmth, but I loved the time that I had for me. It was delightful to be alone with my thoughts…to plan, to write, to just be. So grateful for some mommy me time!