This is not about when I think that 24 hours is no longer enough for me. This is about myself hardly have time for me.
Juggling creativity, responsibility and to put it all into an activity with my company are leaving me often breathless.
When the only time that my sanctity is intact is when I am in the toilet cubicle.
Double edged sword I must say. Last time it’s company and activity that I seek, now it’s the tranquility and the ever rare serenity.
And yet after experiencing both, I still don’t know what I want yet alone what I need.