Deja vu, but this sounds familiar. As soon as I stared scheduling the day there was less free time available. When I lived in boarder line chaos I had plenty of free time. What changed? Without a schedule I continually deferred stuff until it was critical or late. It has always been easy to operate within a system that was set up and managed by others. Managing “free” time didn’t seem necessary.
It somehow became right to celebrate free time after work as though any form of progress was purely incidental to enjoying free time. Time is an asset like money that can be used to help others or be used to indulge one’s self interests. It appears I ran out of time this evening. Didn’t even proof read