It's ok to be weary tired exhausted spent worn out done it doesn't feel ok, of course, to be weary. I know it doesn't feel ok, and so does your co-worker, neighbor, and friend. Your boss knows too, but probably won't let on. Work needs to get done, of course. You see, we all know it, about weariness, but we hide it behind our caffeinated smiles and perky social media profiles and conjured-up can-do attitudes.
But it is ok. You have permission. To be weary tired exhausted spent worn out done Because life ... is hard especially when you're going it all alone or your kids are suffering and you just can't make it better or you have to be in many places at once or you work in unbearable conditions (but you need the paycheck) and you can't, just can't, hold it all together And that kind of hard makes you weary and maybe a little grouchy and withdrawn and distracted and not who you want to be
It's ok to be weary to bear the side effects of living, of working, of loving, of giving, of outpouring, of stretching, of trying really hard.
It's ok to be weary you're carrying a lot. A whole lot. Of course you're weary and cry in the rest room or have those moments where you won't allow yourself to cry because if you start crying you're not sure how it'll end Of course you're weary You nearly lose your shit before pulling it all together so that you can keep on keeping on, weary or not, because it's all you can do.
Weary is your option, because stopping, quitting, giving up, caring less is not an option. It's ok to be weary tired exhausted spent worn out done You're making it, you're a survivor, you're stronger than you think, one weary step at a time.