This entry comes with a small bit of irritation. Why don't other people consider my time? I ALWAYS consider other peoples time, always. My daughter, she needs play time with me. So every day after picking her up from school, we do something that she wants to do, whether it's playing in a park, feeding hungry city ducks, eating at a barely cleaned table at McDonalds, or taking her to see her daddy. My husband he gets the QT… you know that sexy chick stuff. He wants a living sex doll that strokes he's ego, wears him out in the bedroom, and listens to him talk about the idiots he works with. My mother gets time with my daughter; her Nana. I take her over there at least once a week, so that she can bug the crap out of her. My sister gets her telephone calls all week long. I listen to her create stuff in her head, and still stay real positive when usually she sounds like a crazy person. My yoga students get the best of my spiritual side. I make sure they feel the complete connection to the spirit and soul. Make sure their bodies are full of goodness when they leave me. But no matter what time I give to the world, my family, my friends, strangers, I don't get the same. My time is not considered. I am a person. Yes, a mother, a wife, a friend, a daughter, a sister, a teacher, but I am a person first! I deserve my time to be equaled the same as everyone else's. How would you feel if everything you did, didn't count? That everything you gave never came back? Don't get me wrong, I do not do to get things back. I LOVE teaching yoga… it has made me a better person. I love playing with my daughter; she is the brightest person I have ever known. I love my life!!! But I do not love not having my time. It is mines. I need it. I want it. I deserve it.
Or am I asking for too much?
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