If we were having coffee…..
If we were having coffee I’d want you to go first because I’m tired. Not the tired that gets fixed by going to bed early. That tired is no big deal.
I’m the kind of tired that makes me question my fitness for polite company. I feel like maybe I should be on the “to be avoided” list.
I’m the kind of tired that might be toxic to your good mood. The tired that can barely listen and knows deep inside that talking is ill-advised.
This tired is caused by a perfect storm of disillusionment in our systems, disappointment in people who are capable of so much better and the obligation to repeatedly swallow all of that in order to pretend all is well and to keep the wheels turning. Life, after all, goes on.
I’ve known this tired before. And, without doubt, I’ll know it again. Life’s spirals do that. They keep us moving. We choose if we’re moving up or down. But the spirals choose what lessons we’ll visit and revisit along the way. And, if we’re lucky, we get more adept in our coping and juggling with each pass through.
So today my friend, if we were having coffee, I’d want to get lost in your stories. I’d want to bask in your tales of your happy week. And I’d be genuinely grateful for your happiness.
When you ask me what’s new, I’d smile and say “not much, same old, same old!” Toxic fatigue is really not meant for polite company.
I’m glad you’re here 💜
The weekend coffee share is hosted by Eclectic Alli here: