Editorial

Next week, I will have more time for myself, or for the list of endless tasks I am yet to tend to.

Or at least that's what I have been telling myself and others, for the past few years. Sometimes, I am more realistic than usual and I tell people that it's the week after the next one.

What I've realised is that I've been buying time. To make time for plans, come up with an excuse to postpone it further or to just cancel it altogether. But it isn't until recently that I have come to the realisation that I have been lying to myself, just as much as I have been lying to others.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that I do not have the intention to make it to these events, because I do. Often, these plans are initiated by me. On stressful days, I think about these plans extensively, and the possibly pleasant time I might have in this "week" is what gets me through. However, this week is hanging somewhere in time and I can't seem to reach it.