becoming ii

Time, my time, is so 

incredibly precious to me.

Every minute I have on my own

Is necessary to charge 

my internal batteries and sense of self

especially after the delightful, 

and yes, necessary,

interactions of friends and work and family  and recovery.

I love them and need them all, 

but they drain me so....

Not to mention the time needed 

to recover from 50 plus years of 

not recognizing or meeting 

my own need for that recharging, 

let alone the unawareness, 

not to mention the blatant disrespect and disinterest of many others of that need

(even when expressly and explicitly stated) 

many of whom were often recklessly responsible for drawing that inside battery down to zero.

Weekends are now times of blissful quiet

setting my own schedule

making unilateral decisions

with no regard needed or desired for others' requests or desires

Just my own are now in the equation

So joyful and satisfying 

to love and respect myself 

on a level that I never have 

or even knew I should or could

before now