Warning, dear reader. If you’re the kind who comes here for a daily dose of optimism, please feel free to skip this post entirely. No, seriously, just move right along and we’ll pretend you were never here. Surf on over to Huff Po or check out TMZ or go see what’s happening on PopEater. You could find pictures of Pippa in a bikini or see if you can keep a straight face while you read about Bristol Palin’s ‘corrective chin surgery’.
You won’t hurt my feelings if you go; I promise. I’m not one to hold a grudge. But if you decide to keep reading, I make no apologies. You were warned.*
I’m much too young to feel this damn old. ~ Garth Brooks
Bone damn tired.
I’ve had enough.
Enough of the constant uphill battles. The red tape. The money. God, everything comes down to money, doesn’t it? I’m so sick of hearing about it, fighting about it, searching for it – not having it.
I’m tired of politicians letting us down. Of civil servants who forget to be either. Of blind partisanship and arbitrary division.
I’m tired of good people fearing that honesty might get them fired.
I’m tired of explaining why truth, whether we like it or not, is not situational.
I’m tired of lies – the big ones, the little ones, the really, really obvious ones.
I’m tired of scripts.
I’m tired of reworking, rethinking, reviewing, reframing and redirecting ALL THE TIME.
I’m tired of Elmo.
I’m tired of feeling like there just aren’t enough hours in the day. EVERY SINGLE DAY.
I’m tired of fighting the same battles again and again and again.
I’m tired of feeling like I’m short-changing everyone in my life – including me.
I’m tired of saying, “I’d love to, if only I could find the time.”
I’m tired of saying that I’ll do it if no one else volunteers.
I’m tired of no one else volunteering.
I’m tired of Mother Nature’s wrath – of tornadoes and floods and tsunamis and earthquakes and good God, why?
I’m tired of war.
I’m tired of watching people die.
I’m tired of hypocrisy.
I’m tired of hate.
I’m tired of watching people point fingers at everyone but themselves – until it’s time to take credit for something they didn’t do.
I’m tired of the twenty-four hour news cycle.
I’m tired of explaining.
I’m tired of apologizing.
I’m tired of feeling responsible.
I’m tired of being a grown-up.
I’m tired of the vague sense of unease that I haven’t been able to shake for months.
I’m tired of wondering what would happen to my girls if God forbid ….
I’m tired of fearing for the future.
Im tired of forgetting to live in the present.
I’m tired of feeling like I’m never done.
And today, that’s all I’ve got.
Sorry, guys. You were warned.
* Ed note adapted from the original, Oct 2008