I’m in bed with my jammies on at 8:35 p.m. thinking of metaphors and imagery to describe the level of fatigue that I’m feeling. “So tired my hair hurts” comes to mind. I put in an hour of adaptive yoga, forty-five minutes of physical therapy directed by the Stern-Mistress herself, and nine hours of pedal-to-the-metal work with not so much as a bathroom break. My alarm is set for five a.m. so I don’t miss Trial One of Three over the next ten days.
Every once in a while, this happens to my schedule, usually because of continuances. As careful as I might try to be to guide the trials to big empty spots in a given week, occasionally the Gods and Goddesses of the Bench have other ideas. I’ll get through but my oh my oh dinosaurs! I’m tired — the kind of tired that in part stems from being a bit disorganized.
But as I settle, mindless television blathering in the background, I contemplate my situation. I realize that at present, at least, I have a full caseload and clients who are (thankfully) paying promptly. So I’m tired, but I’m not complaining — I’m just explaining why I can’t seem to see the computer screen or remember my name!!!!
Be well, everyone. If a few days go by when I don’t reach out to share my joy, know that it shines in your direction without faltering.
Wishing you sustained energy for the duration…with heavy doses of self-care!