With Tired Eyes

I’m tired today. It’s been a long week and I feel it, and it shows. I tried to take a selfie this morning with my pup, who wasn’t interested:

Looks like she was tired too. A lot of stuff packed into this week. When you run your own business you do everything from run stuff to the post office to update your website to bill clients. You go after new business and you market yourself. But all you wanted to be was creative? An artist? A writer? Doesn’t work that way. So some weeks you’re left tired.

But it’s a good tired. One that is still better than doing something you don’t love. So tired? Sure, but kicking on.

All this tiredness reminded me of a poem I wrote years and years ago. I was still in the corporate world, where I worked 60+ hours every week in marketing. It took all my energy and I had nothing else for a life. I would come home and write poetry as a way to de-stress. In between all the long hours I was also working through things. I was putting my past behind me and looking toward a different future. That’s where this poem came from, published in my first book of poetry, The Difference Now.