Resting in the Tiredness

Been a long week. Lots of hours put in. My feet are screaming at me. I can barely make a complete sentence, out loud or on paper.

And I love it. I love this kind of tired. The tired that comes from putting in my time, giving it my all, unencumbered by the anxiety and tension that has made the last five years of my life so painful. My eyelids are heavy, but I will sleep a calm sleep tonight.

Because I am simply tired, no more than that, and what a remarkable difference it is. And how humble and grateful am I in the now? How rested will I truly be come the morn?

-C.