Time-out

I was reading my friend's newest blog post today: it was pretty eye opening. i'm sure it's because she's a few years older than me, so she finds these little life lessons and experiences before i do but when i see them it's like Bam in my face.

How much time a day do you spend on yourself, not just on yourself but For yourself. so like getting pretty in the morning doesn't really count as for yourself because it's actually to look presentable for work. i've figured that i spend no more than 1.5 hours for myself a day, and that's only a little more than 1 hour at the gym, a shower after, and then 5 minutes or so laying in bed waiting for abe to brush his teeth (i love laying in bed). the rest of my day is spent organizing other people's lives, remembering other people's stuff, remembering birthdays and to-do lists, going to the bank, errands, feeding and tending to cleo, cleaning the kitchen after making dinner. honestly the gym might not be just For me....it's really so i don't get fat causing people to not love me anymore or think i'm disgusting or be known as the fat one. 1.5 hours actually probably isn't all that bad, there's probably a whole lot of people who spend far less time for themselves, but i like to call those people Parents and that was their own decision....and isn't your child kind of a piece of yourself? i say that now, but when i have a baby life will be different.

I complain about city life all the time: the noises, the idiots, the subway, the litter, the smells, the lack of spacious apartments, the lack of yards for grilling and pools, where do i freakin tan?, running in the city with cars is just a danger to yourself, etc. so why do i live here? wouldn't it be so nice to wake up to the sound of birds or fresh cut grass? i'm not sure. i hate birds and their noises and the smell of grass makes me sneeze. allergies are much worse in the suburbs too and i become a sneezing, sniffling, headache machine. my last experience in the suburbs - the summer after graduation, made me feel that the suburbs were where cool went to die. the birds woke me up at 7am on the weekends, scary things howled at night, deer were everywhere jumping in front of your car at night for no reason, the trash men were even louder than in the city, nothing was open past 10 except for the wendy's drivethough in the next town, my dad woke up to cut the grass at 8am and didn't stop till 11am.....there was no sleeping in at my house for anyone or my neighbors. a sunday would consist of planting flowers, watering everything that grows, my dad grilling any kind of meat while i brought him utensils and plates to and from, and making sure the dog didn't run away. i guess there's lots of tradeoffs. i'm still a city girl for now.... shopping, restaurants, and commute to work all have the upper hand.