Just something to get through

As I age, the lack of freedom in my life becomes acutely painful. Many impose themselves on my time, for a reason or without a reason.
 

The worse of all is when grumpy people come to let their dark clouds over me. They spill all their poison and negativity out, and in addition to wasting my time, they make me feel like life is not worth the effort.
 

My coping mechanism is to chisel out little niches of me-time within my days. These are the little sacred temples within time, where I feel in control of my life and being true to myself.
 

Why cannot life be a celebration of our individuality and fulfillment? Does it also depend upon our attitude? Probably....  

Why do we celebrate our life only on our birthdays? These are days that sometimes we designate to ourselves and some reflection on our life, and probably this is why we feel that these days are meaningful and memorable.
 

It is likely that the me-time becomes more valuable when we invest some thought and planning in it. Compare the idle staring at the TV screen to ceremonies that are usually carefully planned, and slowly and thoughtfully executed.
 

Do you have any “me” activity every day, activity that you prepare for, and slowly and carefully proceed with?
 

Here is what provoked this post:
“…the saddest adult lesson of all: that so much of life was just something to get through.” The dogs of Littlefield, Suzanne Berne