I've got stuff done, I've said that before.
Now I want to do something for me.
Why is that so dang hard?
I've spent a whole lot of time focusing on everyone else.
I work 13 hours many days and I come home late, and I make supper...Usually at 10 o'clock at night.
I'm super tired on those nights and on the nights I don't work I have to worry about either getting shopping done or picking someone up from work.
Never about me.
My life hasn't been about me for a long time. At least before, I had a purpose. Now my life is not mine and I have no purpose.
I've been doing things to make my house look pretty.
Now I want to do a few things for me.
Like maybe a new camera...
Or a daytrip somewhere.
I'm not saying I deserve it more than anyone, because everyone that works deserves a break every now and then..I'm just saying...I need something for me.
Poetry Sunday
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