I am exhausted. But it’s the same kind of exhaustion I feel at the end of a marathon … or after a day spent doing preservation work at a historic site somewhere on Route 66.
It’s the kind of familiar, comfortable, oddly satisfying exhaustion that you have to earn. The kind that makes dinner taste better. The kind that makes the shower more relaxing, the bed more comfortable, and the morning sunshine more welcoming. It’s a blissful exhaustion that comes from a long day — or a long week — of hard work undertaken with right motives.
Hope your week was as wonderful as mine….
Emily
Red Fork Hippie 