Today I sat down and looked at my bangles and realised that I don’t wear them anymore. I don’t have enough time to put them on; getting dressed is done in haste to race against a time not set by me.
There is a pattern. After a significant change to my routine. Moving countries, moving back home, getting a new job, taking on more hours.
The new routine knocks out all that I had been doing to maintain the essence of me. The reading goes first; no more reading on the commute that time is for sleeping. Then I start to get lazy getting dressed. Soon I stop putting a brush to my hair.
It’s only when I start to miss some thing, long for something, that I realise what I’ve lost is myself.
Adekunmi Olatunji 