Putting it off

Some mornings -- most mornings -- there's no time for me. No time for self expression. No mental energy for introspection. This morning was one of those mornings. I'm sitting with children, helping my spouse get ready and out the door as stress-free as possible, talking to my mom about my brother's latest court woes, worrying about the dishes in the sink. 

And all that feels natural. But there is also a resentment, or maybe just a longing. I was single for a long time. I had all the time in the world to take care of myself. Honestly. Truly. But I put it off. And here I am, still with ample opportunity to set boundaries, make myself a priority, and I put it off. When will I put myself truly first?