I am on my couch, in my pjs, watching the recent American Masters episode featuring Dalton Trumbo. Good stuff.
My mind is wandering though, thinking about my own exhaustion, and compounding it thinking about other people’s exhaustion:
Students who attend school all day, work until 8 or 9 at night, then start their homework;
Parents who were up all night with babies and still had places to go and responsibilities to attend to in the morning;
Spouses separated by the necessity of employment, suddenly balancing all of life’s demands alone;
Thinking about it all gives me a minor panic attack and makes me want to cry.
So I’ll try to stop thinking about it, and hope that the exhaustion I feel right now will still be with me when I head to bed in a couple of hours, so I can rest tonight.
And not feel so exhausted tomorrow.
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It's always comforting to know that no matter how exhausted or stressed or sad or happy or blessed you are, someone else is in the same boat, or a bigger one.
Hope you got some rest. At least the weekend is up next, which is when MY exhaustion will surpass yours while you hopefully get to chill and play some scrabble. Or Rock Band. Or both, in a perfect world.