Interesting, to reflect on this when I'm still breathing the tailwind of yesterday's question. Who I think I am directly impacts my definition of "me" time. (Author's note: the pairing of these two questions next to one another was not planned, on my end. It just "happened.")
I've been thinking of "me" time as whatever scraps of space I salvage from the day in which I do not have children tethered to the side of my body-mind. I've been thinking of "me" time as something that someone or something else provides, please and thank you.
"Me" time has been looking like hanging with friends, playing my drum, writing in my journal, practicing yoga, catching up on a television show, or poetry band practice with Leo.
While all of these activities are incredibly valuable, perhaps real "me" time is simpler, and more scary.
"Me" time is when I am not doing anything outside of myself whatsoever.
"Me" time is when I sit in my skin and feel what I'm feeling and breathe.
"Me" time is when I integrate completely into the now.
"Me" time is that thing I'm speeding on.
Let me try slowing down.
When I do, my sense of self expands (time being relative, and all).