It reeks havoc on your self esteem.
My nails tapped on the table before me. Here was my scheduled “nothing for me to do” time. Time to just sit and think, look out the window, calm my soul long enough to maybe hear God’s quiet voice. The kids were napping. I silenced my home phone and my cell phone. I was alone. And it was quiet.
My scheduled hour of “nothing to do” had ended.