Frankly it’s disconcerting how tired after work these days. I don’t know what it is, or why, but it’s been quite the chore to do anything beyond get home, make myself dinner, take care of “what has to be done” (TM) and hit the bed. It’s more than disconcerting however, it’s frustrating. No. Stronger. It makes me angry.
I hate feeling tired, feeling as if I can’t muster up the energy to push through the last few hours of my day. After all, isn’t this the time I have for myself? Why can’t I use it to the fullest? It’s a vicious cycle of course – I’m angry about how I spend my day and am disappointed with myself.
Which doesn’t lead to warm and fuzzy thoughts about one’s direction in life.
Maybe it’s all in my state of mind…