So Tired.
I had a good sleep last night, but woke up feeling overwhelmingly tired. I did do a fair bit of grass-cutting yesterday, and I am not as fit as I used to be. But this isn’t the usual aches and pains associated with moderate manual labour. This is bone tired. Reluctant to emerge from the bedroom.
I considered that it was mental tiredness. That led me to wonder if you can indeed be ‘mentally tired’. Does life sometimes just get too much to cope with? And does that mean that there is something wrong somewhere inside me? I shrugged that off, as the last thing I am is a hypochondriac.
But I cannot deny the reality of how I feel. The sluggishness, the apathy, the indecision.
I feel as if I could go back to bed and lie down again. I might not sleep, but the idea is there, undoubtedly. A Sunday awaits me, with all its possibilities. And yet I see none of them. Instead, I am just feeling tired.
Is this a product of getting older, I wonder? If so, I sincerely hope that it doesn’t become a regular feature of my life now.
On a day when so much could yet happen, and lots could still be done, my first thought is to escape back to bed, and avoid all of that.
Not a nice way to think, as I am sure you will agree.
beetleypete 