"I'm willing to bet most of you can go from zero to 60 mph in an instant, going from 60 mph to zero is probably more difficult."
I think Julie Clines is right. And I too, was one of those people until a few years ago.
But somewhere along the line, I got bored of hearing myself say that I need time, knowing that I'd probably not get it. Most of my friends didn't seem to understand it either. Why would you need time to spend by yourself when you could be with others catching up?
But even the closest of friends and even those catch ups you do want with friends you haven't seen in ages sometimes have to be postponed a little longer when life is getting overwhelming.
I feel a lot less guilt now about saying that I want to stay in, listen to the radio and sew. I know that on other days I will be out on my bike or walking the coast path, attending a yoga class or seeing a friend for dinner or catching up with my mum or skyping a friend abroad or, mainly, working.
I'd love to do more. I'd love to find more interesting articles for my blog, attend more courses and write pieces towards a book. But I don't WANT to do that more than I want that valuable couple of hours to myself twice a week.
I don't care if it seems selfish or boring or unfathomable to anyone else. I don't care if you think I should be doing more exercise, being more sociable or sat at my laptop more. It is keeping me sane at a time when I am working hard. Maybe in a couple of years, I'll be working less hours, travelling less to get to work, and will feel like I have more time.
But for now, this is what I need to function well.
And if you ever feel overwhelmed or dog tired or fed up that you have too much to do, I suggest you read this lovely reminder article too.