Seth Godin has a riff about about running marathons. It’s not about whether you’re tired or not, it’s about where you put the “tired”. Those who can dance with the tired are the ones who can finish the race.
In this time of insanity, I’ve been living in an odd island of solitude. Due to a nicely timed departure by my in-law’s tenant, I got moved into a separate house as I kept working out in the world. So unlike the rest of America, my quarantine has been without the kids.
First off, this sucks.. I’d much rather be with them than to live vicariously on Facetime and Zoom.
But I can also acknowledge there is a silver lining. I have rediscovered the privilege of living as a single person, with the relative free time such a lifestyle entails.
Even so I still got my job and I still get tired. It has been long days at the office, even if the commute is just across the bedroom to the desk. And when I’m tired, but I don’t got to take care of the kids…where do I put the tired?
I’m not cocky enough to think this is the time to learn something new or do something great.
But I decided that (unless I’m reading or sleeping) I should at least type something up here on this blog before I truly veg out.
So here it is.