A beautiful day. 
A vibrant walk. 

The winter chill cleanses me with every breath. 
The mind reminds my body it is tired. 

When I’m tired, I stare…. aimlessly out the window, blankly at my laptop screen, and the bustle around me.
When I’m tired, I feel complacency towards my duties, my gaze, the strength required to keep my jaw closed. 

Sometimes, a conversation with a friend can light a spark and make the edge of my lips curl to a smile.
Sometimes, the sight of an attractive person walking by reminds you that art makes you smile. 

But, you know, the light cheers don’t address the root problem.
But, you know, fatigue can’t be taken lightly. 

I know my body is telling me to rest. 
I know my mind is anxious, nervous and angry that I need to rest. 

What can I do though?
What is there to do but to stop, let the sunset, and wait for the sun to rise in my eyes again?

I’m learning doing only work you love is cheap.
I’m feeling doing work of purpose makes you tired. 

There is no shame for feeling tired. 
There is a wealth of time to rest. 

Could this be easier if I grew up celebrating rest?
Could this be easier if the journey was clear? 

Now, what fun would life be with answers?
Now, I’ll take my rest and the world can wait. 

Disclaimer - I’m writing this for myself. For my past, present and future self. Much of what I write is my opinion. If it somehow ignites agreement in you then great, I’d love to hear about it. If it sparks disagreement in you, don’t reach out because I don’t care for it. There always are obvious exceptions and the flawed person in me hasn’t considered them all.