I wonder what it’s like NOT to feel tired
Whenever I start to feel like, wow, things are good and maybe they’re going to turn out OK after all, I suddenly look skyward for the meteor that immediately started mapping its coordinates and charging toward my Cabbage Patch Kid shaped head.
Everyone is happy and cool that I’m setting boundaries and not planning to have a year like I did in 2013. And yet, I am in the middle of a mess that is largely of my own making (because when you have 10 fires to put out, generally you pick the one that’s going to cost the most money if you don’t).
Now, I feel like there’s no WAY I’m going to be able to climb out of all this rubble from the ones I had to leave smouldering in the meantime.
Otherwise known as, Thursday.