ME time is THE time

So, I am writing again….may be after 3 months or so ? And at this moment I amfeeling the most enthusiastic person in the world.

And just like this, whatever we feel Enthusiastic or Happy or Content or Thrilled about doing, we keep on postponing them, thinking ‘Ok, maybe when I get a little me time’.

‘Me time’ is ‘THE’ time dear- I keep on telling myself. But in the S-D-L-C or Simple-Domestic-Life-Cycle, other momentary priorities keeps on pushing back those most wanted perfect times of life.

‘weekdays are hurried, may be next weekend leisurely afternoon’, ‘not afternoon, weekend afternoons are too much hectic’, ’not tonight I have a guest coming for dinner’, ‘after the deadlines, may be mid-release breaks?’ ,’shit! First I have to clean the mess in kitchen’….and to be continued!

Now some time S-D-L-C follows complex spiral model and me time gets moved out totally.

 I grew up, I am growing old. And one night find out that I used to collect coins in that small tin box, where’s that green painted tin box gone? Or my harmonium, I still feel the wooden smell on its coven- the hushing sound of its bellows-velvety touch on the keys.  I had played it for 12 years and now I sing only in kitchen or in bathroom may be? Or, find out the 7 years of diary filled with thousands of short poems I used to write in college. I used to be very protective about that small diary and it’d always be kept under my mattress. One day I became Software Engineer and my Soft-corner for this diary fainted out gradually.

All that used be best companions of time, have disappeared or may have hidden somewhere abandoned for long.

We are rushing for an unforeseen happiness coming in our way and investing day and night over to achieve that. If we evaluate this happiness in terms of possessions may be it figures out a high-salaried job,  a small apartment, a big car, children to play in the living room, retirement plans after 60 etc.

 When I will be 65 (if I live that long)  I won’t be having the morning rush to reach office, deadlines to finish, appraisal to be evaluated, sitting in a big living room may be, children gone to work and lots of ‘ME TIME’ for which I have been waiting for years. 

But what if the ‘me time’ treasures would disappear by then, if I forget to write down my thoughts in words? If I forget to click photographs due to lack of practice? If still regret for loosing that coin-collection box as I do now, like all the small boxes unfolding pure pleasure of life, what for I live until I die ?

Achievements are essentials. But probably loving ourselves are necessities.