I am so bloody tired.
I am not sleeping well. (I am half way through my dental work and I still have toothache.)
I am exhausted.
So tired that I fell asleep for a minute or two whilst the dentist was assaulting my mouth. That is a mark of how very knackered I am - I can snooze, despite a dull ache, the drill, and the noise of the suction thingo.
But I when I went to pick the kids up from school, Olivia was on the school lawns, turning cartwheels in the grass. She is a thing of happy beauty. Red hair flying, cherry blossom trees popping bud alongside her, watching a joyful abandon of cartwheels. Her pink cheeks glowing, her grin radiant, her limbs fluid and relaxed.
And I ran tonight, and I ran well.
And then I curled up and snoozed again, with lovely husband and I on the couch, together.
Tired? Yes, yes I am.
Happy? Yes. Yes, I think I am.
If I just focus on me, on my family and on what is going on in my world right now, I can be happy.
Tired, but happy.