What I'm learning this week while i navigate these waters is this: that we are 100% allowed to stop - that we won't be forgotten if we do. that our overwhelm is a whisper worth listening to. that our dreams can absolutely change shape and our everyday lives/balance/routine can change accordingly. that we must speak up about our feelings of defeat/burnout/overwhelm, because we're not alone. and most importantly, that its our vulnerabilities that connect us and that we can soar, always soar on the brightness of being alive.
I'm always a little afraid to come here and say it all usually censoring a lot of real stuff. I mean I'm putting out there for so many strangers and (even more scary) people I know to glance over my words and judge. Yep I said it. And though I am still on my way to not giving a shit, most of the time I do.
But with a little power from a powerful little sprite I've never met here goes: I'm freaking tired. I hate making lattes and cleaning drains and I really could care less about little johnny's broken arm and how it got all sewed up. Most of all I hate that I have to do this and miss out on the zoo, a bike ride, and cooking up a fantastic meal with my favorite sous chef. i get it. I'm lucky, we are blessed and fortunate and all that shit, but man I'm tired.