I am bone-tired, but it’s a good feeling.
There’s a tiredness born of working hard at what you need to be doing. I spent the weekend doing exactly that – engaging with readers, encouraging and getting feedback from other authors, being there for my friends, and soaking in the support that all those people were giving me as well. At every moment, I was completely present for what I was doing then. And now, I am exhausted.
Too often in life I hold myself back. I observe rather that play. I approach with caution rather than fully engage. It keeps me safe. It’s less wearing. But that isn’t living life, but watching it go by instead. I went for it this weekend. I was surrounded by people who made that okay. So now I am good ‘n tired, and for that, I am grateful