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The Night I Finally Chose Myself
Sometimes, my friends kept telling me people nee time for themselves it means: “You need some me time.”
I listened, I smiled—but I never truly understood it. Or maybe I did, but I didn’t believe it was meant for someone like me.
From five in the morning until nine at night, my life moves on autopilot. I wake before the sun to prepare meals, organize school lunches, and make sure my children have everything they need. My days are filled with caring, planning, and doing. By nine o’clock, I must sleep—because if I don’t, my children won’t either. That constant pressure quietly decides my nights for me.
What often goes unseen is the pain that stretches from morning until late at night—the kind of pain that never gets time to heal. There is no pause, no quiet space to breathe it out. I carry it with me from home to office, from office to social responsibilities, from role to role. At home, I give my body. At work, I give my mind. In society, I give my presence. By the end of the day, I am exhausted in ways that sleep alone cannot fix.
I work hard everywhere—at home, at the office, in relationships, in expectations that never seem to end. And somewhere between deadlines and dinner, meetings and mothering, I find myself silently searching for value. For meaning. For the woman I was before I became everything to everyone else. I ask myself questions I rarely have time to answer: Who am I, really? When do I get to be just me?
Every day follows the same rhythm. The same responsibility. The same unspoken rule: there is no time left for me.
But tonight was different.
Tonight, I told myself, “It’s okay—tomorrow is a holiday.”
Because of my younger son’s friend’s birthday party, I stayed awake far past my usual bedtime. And for the first time in what feels like a lifetime, I didn’t rush myself to sleep. I didn’t feel guilty for being awake. I simply existed—for me.
It may sound small, even insignificant. Just a few extra hours. Just staying up late.
But for me, it felt huge.
This might be the first time in my life that I stayed awake this late purely for myself. No chores waiting. No alarm anxiety. No countdown to the next responsibility. Just a quiet moment where I remembered that I, too, exist beyond being a mother, a worker, a caretaker, a problem-solver.
Tomorrow? I don’t know how it will go. Motherhood and work do not pause just because I chose myself for one night. The routine will return, as it always does.
But tonight gave me something precious—a reminder.
Me time is not selfish. It is survival.
And if even one quiet night can make me feel this alive, then maybe every working mother deserves moments like this.
Tonight, I chose myself.
And truly, everyone needs to—once in a while.
Written on 01/31/2026
