Today, I’m tired.
I’m tired of the grey London weather.
I’m tired of the blogosphere.
I’m tired of reading the same old purple prose that doesn’t actually mean anything.
I’m tired of platitudes and hyperbole.
I’m tired of reading about how everyone’s lives are so awesome.
I’m tired of reading about how grateful they are for their awesome lives.
I’m tired of hearing about green juices, cleanses, engagements and weddings.
I’m tired of competitiveness.
I’m tired of requests and demands.
I’m tired of being a slave to my inbox.
I’m tired of waiting for results.
I’m tired of being alone.
I’m tired of being tired.
This morning my therapist remarked that I seem to standing at the edge of my universe, that I’ve gone as far as I can and now I’m ready to cross over into a whole new one. And I nodded and said yes, YES. That’s exactly how it feels.
I’m ready for a new universe of experience. A new world of possibility and inspiration and love. One where I don’t feel tired at all.
I believe it’s possible.
Patience. Patience. Patience.