TIRED
BY WALLACE CALEB BATES
Tonight I am tired. Not the kind of tired you can fix with a nap, but the kind that settles in your bones after long days of giving, going, thinking, trying.
But even in the tiredness, I am grateful. I am thankful for work that means something, for people I love, and for the chance to chase dreams that still feel a little too big and a little too bold.
The rest is coming. Maybe not a whole weekend or an extended vacation, but even a quiet hour, a slower morning, or the hush of a soft evening can be enough.
So tonight I let the tiredness be. I breathe a little deeper. I trust that the rest will meet me where I am.
And tomorrow I will rise again.