Good and Tired

Tired and so happy about it, that is exactly how I felt and loved every minute! A dear sweet friend of mine captured a picture of me at the end of a very exhausting day. I wasn’t tired and cranky,  I was happily tired because for the first time in my life I was living my dream that I had suppressed for so long. With all the aches and pains I was experiencing, you would have thought I would be ready to curl up under the bed but instead…I was ready for the next round of my surreal opportunity.

I remember turning to my future daughter-in-law Allyson, saying to her, “It is good to be tired sometimes. Too much rest means you are not making moves!”  We smiled at each other and for the rest of the night my spirit was happy, my soul was elated, and I had a new respect for the people who grind, grind, grind.  Do not get me wrong, I have worked hard my entire life. After all, I worked a full-time job during the day and would spend my nights baking cakes and cookies for local restaurants.  The baking was also a good kind of tired. I loved it!  Watching the finished cakes boxed and heading out the door for delivery was so satisfying.  I didn’t mind going to bed at 11:30pm and being up at 4:30am trying to get the boys off to school and me to my day job.  In the last few years, I missed the excitement of doing what I really loved to do…the very thing that drives my heart and not what someone else wants me to do, what I love to do. It’s what I do the easiest and what brings me joy…helping others, cooking and entertaining.  I am a good and tired, good and tired.