Finite
I am angry. I have had enough. I have had enough for my children. The one thing we will not get any more of is time. It’s a finite resource and none of us know how much we have. I have become so very aware of that in the last few years—since having a 4 th child, working full time with a traveling husband, my time is extremely precious. Most precious is time to myself. Time where no one else is demanding, asking, talking, pulling or otherwise needing my attention. Time when I have no one and nothing to answer to by myself. In that most precious time, I’ve declined phone calls from people I love. Not because I don’t want to talk to them but because I don’t want to give up my time. I’ve turned off notifications. I’ve put down my phone. None of those things are important enough to relinquish my time. I won’t say I’m always doing something productive or even something anyone else would consider worthwhile. What I think I like most is just that it’s mine. Mine to spend how