I have really burned the candle at both ends. I teach twenty kids every day and then tutor for three hours every evening. Then each weekend for the last four months, my boyfriend and I were traveling to see eachother because we lived in different cities.
I am so grateful for all of the time I've had with him, but I have desperately needed "me time." And I have felt damn guilty for that. It isn't that I ever wanted a break or space from him. It's just that I needed to be...with myself. By myself. Just me. For a little longer than two hours at a time. And how do you ask for that when you only get to see eachother two days a week? Talk about "it's not you, it's me..."
Because it never was him and "I want to get my nails done" is a terrible excuse for missing work, I've just let the "me time" thing slide. So this weekend is a big one. I have so much time to myself. I don't even know how to approach it anymore. There is literally so much I can do and so many beautiful hours available for sleeping...this will be a sad weekend in one way, but the glass is always half full. Holy smokes. And the full half is a really lovely one.