Tired

Day 40

I’m just tired of writing. I waited until the last minute and I just want to go to sleep. But I promised myself I would get out 100 words every day. I know I should write in the morning but I just don’t. There’s a lot of things that I know I should do that I just don’t.

I read inspirational Medium articles but I’ll be damned if I follow them I guess. I read an article by one of my favorite authors about how she doesn’t have her shit together. I don’t have mine together either, but I want to. I don’t know if anyone will read this so I don’t care how strange this sounds.

Did I mention I’m tired?

Is this what 100 Naked Words a day was for? To just ramble and complain? Well, looks like that’s what I made it about. Deal with it, please. Or don’t. It’s your life, so do what you want I guess.

Whoever you are — if you’re out there. I promise I’m more positive other times. I just can’t even fake it right now. I’m tired. And I guess that’s the cool thing about this challenge. Sure, I’d love to offer you advice and give you inspiration but I’m tired. That’s the God-honest truth. So me being here right now will have to be enough of a testament. Me quickly typing on my phone over my pillow, merely seconds before I doze off, will have to be my contribution to whomever is out there. The fact that I’m here, spilling what is in my head has to be enough. Perhaps there will be a connection between the two of us. If there is, and you ever feel stuck, it will be okay. I’m okay. Just tired is all. If you feel me, you’re okay too. Just tired is all. Get rest and try again tomorrow.

Thank you.