I have an appointment....

with myself. 

At least twice a week. 

Of course, like many of my other appointments, I end up rescheduling and sometimes I reschedule indefinitely- which is essentially the same as canceling.

I really need to get over that. 

Cause this appointment is with myself. For some down time or some me time or some barn time. It doesn't really matter exactly what I'm doing. The purpose is to have some time each week that I'm not taking care of anyone else. Thirty minutes or an hour that I don't even look at the to do list. Otherwise, my brain starts to veer towards overload. 

The Fall is busy in a very different way than the other three seasons. Something about the crisp air, the cool breeze and all the colors activates the "busy bee" in my head. I don't know if it's some sort of DNA remnant of preparing for winter, but I do know that I habitually over schedule my Fall.

And I'm baaaaaad  about taking time for myself. That is the top item on the procrastinate list. Always. So I take myself to the Google Calendar. It's synced to my phone and email. And sends me a text message to warn me of appointments- including the appointments with myself. I put the Monkey in Hourly or give ArmyMan plenty of notice. Sometimes, when circumstances make it really tempting to skip out on my me-time, I'll put names on the appointment like it's a photography session. I've tricked myself before. It's amazing how much more effort I put into making sure that I'm available for someone else's session that I put into nourishing my self. 

it's a priority that I'm constantly reminding myself of. Working on. Aiming for. 

And that's ok.