On being “selfish”

I am a firm believer in taking time for yourself. Whether it’s to read a book, go for a walk or even just wander the mall. As long as what I am doing is just for me and no one else. I love going to dinner by myself. I take a book, and people watch. Or I spend afternoons at the lake relaxing and floating in the water or drinking a coffee and reading or writing. I love being completely alone at times. I am my first and oldest friend. I don’t have to carry a conversation with myself, I don’t have to answer any questions. I don’t have to solve any problems or look at a calendar. I can just be. And not only do I not feel guilty doing any of these things, I feel like moments like these are so very necessary for my spiritual health and my mental health. I may be someone’s parent or wife, or friend, but before any of those things I was just me. I still have dreams and aspirations, I have desires and opportunities to grow and learn. I’m not finished becoming who I’m gonna be when I grow up yet. These things don’t just go away when you become a parent. I cannot effectively take care of anyone if I am not taking care of me as well. So while some may see doing things just for yourself as selfish, I wholeheartedly disagree. I think it’s selfish not to. It’s selfish not to make sure you’re at your best to fulfill all the roles that life hands us.