BLACK LOVE IS LOVE

You know, I’ve been sitting with this question, really turning it over in my mind, and the honest answer is yes – I absolutely do need time. We live in a culture that glorifies the hustle, that makes us feel like needing a moment to breathe is somehow a weakness or a luxury we can’t afford. But I’ve learned that time isn’t just something I need; it’s something I deserve.

I need time to process, to reflect, to just be without constantly performing or producing. Time to sit with my thoughts, to hear myself think above all the noise and demands. Time to pour back into myself the way I’m always pouring into others – my family, my work, my community.

There’s this particular weight that comes with navigating the world as a Black woman, always having to be twice as good, always on guard, always representing. That takes a toll, and time becomes essential for restoration. Time to reconnect with my joy, my creativity, my peace. Time to honor my ancestors by living fully, not just surviving.

So yes, I need time. And I’m learning that claiming it isn’t selfish – it’s self-preservation. It’s necessary. It’s sacred.