I’m 56 years old, married for 39 years, with 2 adult kids, 2 grandkids, a full time job, born with multiple mental disorders, take crazy meds, see my shrink monthly, sober problem drinker, have been working since the age of 15, when I dropped out high school… And honestly… I’m fucking tired.
Even after a good night’s sleep, I felt tired and sleepy on the way to the salt mines this morning. Maybe it’s just one of those days, or maybe 41 years of working, out of my 56 years of life is starting to catch up with me. Either way, I showed up and kept moving forward. That’s what matters.