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The Older I Get

09 Wednesday Mar 2022

Posted by crashdlanding in Non-Fiction, Random

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The shorter the days seem.

There’s not enough time in the day anymore. There’s not enough energy left in me.

This week is already half over and I’ve nothing to show for it.

I wake up exhausted. I get ready for work, exhausted. I get to work, exhausted. Work my shift, get more exhausted. Go home. Exhausted. Go to bed. Exhausted. Wake up slightly less exhausted than I was eight-ish hours before.

I have a day off and I sleep in but feel bad because I could have been doing so much but I’m still exhausted after sleeping in and/or napping (sometimes I do both).

Just gonna get progressively worse at a steady pace for the rest of my life.

No time to write blog posts. No time to promote on Facebook. No time to write or craft or read. Well, I read in parent pickup.

Big ideas. No energy.

Goodnight.

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The Struggle is Real

01 Saturday Jun 2019

Posted by crashdlanding in Family, love, Non-Fiction, Rant

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children, family, love, struggle, tired, work

I often have days where I want to stop. Stop. Give up. Quit. Throw in the towel, give up my seat. Give away. You know?

Today was one of those days. I didn’t have enough. Enough people, enough money, enough time, enough energy. I felt like I was messing up around every corner. And it was the busiest day. That made everything worse.

I stopped to do something and someone needed me. I had lines I had to shorten, and not enough people to shorten them. Get them down and they filled back up. Thought about doing something that I needed to do, I got pulled away.

I feel like a failure.

I feel like I’ve let everyone down.

Struggle. Struggle. Struggle.

When does it stop? When can I stop?

But now I’m home, two hours after my shift should have ended I’m crawling into bed. Next to my sweet one. My heart. My sunshine. She’s asleep but I can snuggle.

Snuggle snuggle snuggle.

And for a few hours I can pretend all is right with the world.

Because I did something right with her.

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