Sunday. And somebody is being very noisy with a lawn mower in front of my window. I wake up a little more and I realize: it is Wednesday. It is only Sunday for me. Every day. There are Sundays on which the shops are open and Sundays on which they are closed.
And again that familiar doubt creeps up: are you allowed to do what I’m doing? Realize my dreams? Many others would probably also like to do something other than the job they turn up for each and every day. Again and again, remorse knocks on my door that I give myself permission to live this freedom. In many societies, thinking of oneself is frowned upon.
If you have ever taken a plane, you might know this: before takeoff, they often announce that “in the unlikely event of a decrease of pressure in the cabin, oxygen masks will drop from a compartment above your head”. And the lady goes on: “Please make sure that you fit everybody around you with an oxygen mask before you put on your own.” That’s what she says, right? No. First you are supposed to put on your own oxygen mask. Only after I have taken care of myself, I can help people around me. And this does not only apply to airplanes, but to life in general. We are allowed to take good care of ourselves.