The five minutes you’re not taking — and why you deserve them

Somewhere between the school run and the dinner dishes, between the work email and the bedtime negotiation, there are five minutes that belong to you.

You’re not taking them.

Not because you’re lazy or ungrateful, or because you don’t know you need them. But because five minutes doesn’t feel like enough to matter, because someone will probably need something the moment you sit down, and because the version of self-care you’ve been sold requires a weekend away, a booked class, or at minimum an uninterrupted hour, none of which are currently available.