Every time you say yes to someone, you're taking time away from yourself.
How interesting is that? And so true. I thought and thought about this. See I'm one of those people who would do anything for anybody and I often do. I think fifty years ago that was just how life worked. These days not so much. People don't reciprocate like they used to.
I know I don't take enough "ME" time. I'm worth it. I love myself. I wouldn't want to spend the next fifty years with anyone else. So why is it that I don't take the time I should? I don't have a clue. I could make excuses about how my family needs me and no one else can do what I can. I could say that karma will shoot death rays at people who don't help me when they say they're going to. Heck, I could even say it's in the genes so to speak.
The truth is I love the feeling of accomplishment. Doesn't have anything to do with anyone but me. I make lists, tons of them just ask my family, and when I cross things off I feel good. I like it when I finish a manuscript, submit a story, or even help a friend with edits. I've come to the conclusion that my dilemma is balance.
Help me out one and all. Does your day have five hours too few? Do you say yes when you should go with no? How do you balance time for yourself and time for others?
(running off to accomplish another feat!)