I'm kind of tired of being cold. The in between we've been living through has taxed my last nerve. My frigid fingers are making me crabby and summertime activities in forty-degree weather wears me down.
I'm kind of tired of trying to be seen. It all seems so needy. And I'm tired of trying to think of different angles. My brain has malfunctioned.
I'm kind of tired of knowing how much I have to do and watching obligations pop up in my path. I'm not really startled by them, but I want to just stand really still and hope they don't see me. But I always see them and know they must be honored.
I'm kind of tired of listening to people who don't really know what they're talking about ~ to people who attempt things on a professional level when their competency ranks amateur. I want to enlighten them with things I know from my own experience, but I'm kind of tired of convincing anyone I know some things.
I'm kind of tired of feeling whiney and wimpy. Too tired to empower myself and disgusted with with my lack of motivation.
With this very sad and tired piece of writing I hope to grant myself what I really need. Some rest. A break from the demands I've placed on myself. A little time to become less tired. A little time to become more tolerant. A little time to become less selfish and more selfish all at once.
I'm just kind of tired.