taking time for myself

Taking the time for me is as essential as breathing.  When I don’t, life closes in and results in suffocation.  I clammer and claw at whoever and whatever is around me gasping to hold on to a bit of myself.  Our girls, my spouse, my job, our home all seem to scream out louder for attention...but the quiet voice within me screams the loudest of all when I don’t pay attention to it’s quieter hum.  It screams in the dissatisfaction of all the other voices around me cuz apparently they all take notice. At first listen, they seem to be yelling at me to attend to them...but a closer more careful listen reveals they are truly sounding the call that I have ignored within myself...or simply not prioritized.  I hear you.  I’m listening now.  I’m sorry for giving you a deaf ear.