Working is for living. Living is not for working.
Yesterday I sat down at home and I felt guilty. Or maybe it was shame.
It was the same feeling I get when I have called in sick to work, but need to run to the store for tissues or something to eat or drink.
Like I am not allowed.
Like someone will think me guilty, but give me no chance to explain.
Like I have no business resting.
Like I was born to work.
Like I cannot afford free time.