Friends, I am exhausted. I just got home about twenty minutes ago and want nothing more than to sit on my couch with my husband, but I made this commitment...and only 15 days in I'm rethinking it. Sheesh.
It's not that I don't have anything to be grateful for, its more that I just don't really think any of it would be interesting to anyone but me.
Plus I'm tired tonight. That doesn't help.
My shins hurt. (I think I'm getting late-onset basketball player shin splints - I'm sure that's a thing.) My fingers hurt from pretend note-taking (aka "doodling"). And my brain hurts from all of the thinking and pretend-listening it had to do today.
So I guess I'm sort of thankful for exhaustion.
Not the sleep-deprived exhaustion, or the new-baby exhaustion, or the not-getting-enough-B12 exhaustion, but the I WORKED REALLY DAMN HARD TODAY exhaustion.
There's something satisfying and beautiful in that.
For that I am lucky.
The Year of Gratitude
It's not that I don't have anything to be grateful for, its more that I just don't really think any of it would be interesting to anyone but me.
Plus I'm tired tonight. That doesn't help.
My shins hurt. (I think I'm getting late-onset basketball player shin splints - I'm sure that's a thing.) My fingers hurt from pretend note-taking (aka "doodling"). And my brain hurts from all of the thinking and pretend-listening it had to do today.
So I guess I'm sort of thankful for exhaustion.
Not the sleep-deprived exhaustion, or the new-baby exhaustion, or the not-getting-enough-B12 exhaustion, but the I WORKED REALLY DAMN HARD TODAY exhaustion.
There's something satisfying and beautiful in that.
For that I am lucky.
The Year of Gratitude
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