Hello, dear people! I have to recognize that I missed you and the WordPress Platform. It’s been such a crazy week that I did not even had time for myself or the blog. How have you been?
I am not finding excuses for not showing up, but my work load got each day more and more heavy and I wanted to get things done. In all this rush I kind of struggled between work and family, wanting to be there in the same time. But you can’t have it all, right?
In the meantime I managed to get a little bit ill, because of the stress and many working hours, not sleeping more than 5-6 hours per night and so on. A flu might follow me on the way, but I believe it’s the fatigue accumulated along the week that is weakening my body.
Yesterday I had to rush to my grandmother feast, as it has been 40 days already since she passed away. It was kind of a roller coaster with emotions and tears, cold and hurrying.
Even if it is Sunday, I am still at work this end of the week. I can’t wait for the prolonged weekend that will arrive in hope that I will get better rest and maybe click a quick refresh button. But I know that it is only Sunday, and tomorrow will bring a new week with new challenges and storms to pass.
In the less time that I have for me while running to places I get doped with sad and depressive songs. But I just don’t feel like listening to joyful music, I don’t have the energy and spirit.
At the end of the day my head is killing me, my all body is aching and I just wish to go home. I am only praying to God to provide me with enough strength so that I can pass these harsh days and wait for the best to come.
Even if it is only Wednesday I feel tired. The workload from the job, home duties and other tasks got me exhausted and I feel like all my powers are gone. That until tomorrow, when I will have to start it all over again, running and hasting in the life cycle.
Today’s post is going to be about being tired, more exactly quotes and sayings about being tired. I hope you will enjoy the post!
“You feel fine, and then, when your body can’t keep fighting, you don’t.” ― Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember
“Take a shower. Wash away every trace of yesterday. Of smells. Of weary skin. Get dressed. Make coffee, windows open, the sun shining through. Hold the cup with two hands and notice that you feel the feeling of warmth. You still feel warmth. Now sit down and get to work. Keep your mind sharp, head on, eyes on the page and if small thoughts of worries fight their ways into your consciousness: threw them off like fires in the night and keep your eyes on the track. Nothing but the task in front of you. Get off your chair in the middle of the day. Put on your shoes and take a long walk on open streets around people. Notice how they’re all walking, in a hurry, or slowly. Smiling, laughing, or eyes straight forward, hurried to get to wherever they’re going. And notice how you’re just one of them. Not more, not less. Find comfort in the way you’re just one in the crowd. Your worries: no more, no less.
Go back home. Take the long way just to not pass the liquor store. Don’t buy the cigarettes. Go straight home. Take off your shoes. Wash your hands. Your face. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. It’s still beating. Still fighting. Now get back to work. Work with your mind sharp and eyes focused and if any thoughts of worries or hate or sadness creep their ways around, shake them off like a runner in the night for you own your mind, and you need to tame it. Focus. Keep it sharp on track, nothing but the task in front of you. Work until your eyes are tired and head is heavy, and keep working even after that.
Then take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine. You’re doing fine.
I’m doing just fine.” ― Charlotte Eriksson, You’re Doing Just Fine
“I got tired of feeling like Dracula. I wanted to see some daylight, and not just at six o’clock in the morning.” ― Kate Moss
“Sometimes exhaustion is not a result of too much time spent on something, but of knowing that in its place, no time is spent on something else.” ― Joyce Rachelle
“I’m smiled out, talked out, quipped out, socialized so far from any being, I need the weight of mortal silences to get realized back into myself.” ― John Ciardi, This Strangest Everything
“She felt dirty, ugly and tired. She felt like a marshmallow heading into a house fire armed with chocolate and graham crackers.” ― Benjamin R. Smith, Atlas
“We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.” ― Dejan Stojanovic
“We all grow tired eventually; it happens to everyone. Even the sun, at the close of the year, is no longer a morning person.” ― Joyce Rachelle
“I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.” ― Theodore Roethke, Words for the Wind: The Collected Verse
“I am tired. I would like to be a mountain, a tree, a stone.” ― Susan Sontag, I, etcetera
“So tired you want to quit, then you get more tired, and forget to quit.” ― Charles Bukowski, South of No North
“Coffee and makeup would reach its limit and no longer work in hiding my sleeplessness.” ― Mandy Nachampassack-Maloney
You get very tired, and there was a certain amount of pain and you slow up. Your legs are so tired that you are in fact slowing. If you don’t keep running, keep your blood circulating, the muscles stop pumping the blood back and you get dizzy. Roger Bannister
I don’t know about you guys, but for me it has been a long week, starting from Sunday.
You know that moment when you leave from home but you have no idea when you are returning? When your so glad that you arrived at home but still have chores to do and end up getting in the bed late? When the phone rings in the morning the same awful tune, all over again? Well for me whole week it has been like this.
Don’t get me wrong, I do love my work, even if sometimes is getting too hard to manage the load of tasks. I try my best to do the best I can in a few hours so that I could be happy of my results and so the company.
I also love my lovely family, for which I try to do the best to keep it happy and together, despite the odd circumstances, for better and for worse.
I try to put heart in everything that I do, even if sometimes I should not get involved so much in simple tasks, even if people advise me not to do that. I believe this is the way I am built and a little bit of passion and heart in every single task is not too much.
But sometimes I believe it is time to put a stop to it and refresh the session. Like, get a little time for myself and recover the energy tank, until it will not get empty. And you know also when you make plans and life gets ahead of you?
Yeah, in the past few months I felt like life made a lot of decisions without asking me. I feel like my happy emotions and feelings got away on a big vacation and I am left with the sad ones. Just like in the animation movie Inside Out.
Today a loved person from my family passed away, went in heaven to be with the angels. The funny thing is that I have planned to rest during the weekend and I have never thought even for a second that something bad could actually happen.
I did not get the chance to feel sorry, to cry or to mourn the loss. I was at office, working again and again, speaking too much for a day, forgetting about me and reality. Lately I get the feeling that life is happening and I don’t get to say a word about it. Just accept it and move on. My only question is until when.
Privesc in umbra, lumina imi este intunecata de o ceata a trupului, de o osteneala apasatoare ce ma cuprinde parca din ce in ce mai tare.
Imi simt ochii grei si durerosi, inrositi ei vor parca sa inchid pleoapele si sa ma afund in al noptii somn adanc, sa visez.
Fata imi este palida si fada, ca o oglinda aburita. Uneori o simt ca imi amorteste din cauza lipsei masive de calciu, dar prefer sa ignor si sa merg mai departe.
Inima a incercat sa fie rezilienta si astazi. A ascultat si a batut, cum a stiut ea mai bine, in dansul ei monoton, cu tic si tac si o mica pauza intre.
Cat despre minte, a fost si ea agera astazi. Am plimbat-o printre cifre, litere intortocheate si denumiri ciudate, documente si hartii, cunostinte si necunostinte.
Glasul imi este ragusit, ruginit, terminat parca de atata vorbarie, atata adaugire de sunet si intonatie.
Trupul imi este si el istovit. Mainile nu mai stiu ce comanda sa preia de la centrii nervosi si actioneaza parca in slow motion, muschii mainii pedepsindu-ma pentru ca i-am suprasolicitat si astazi.
Picioarele… ele nu mai stiu. Le-am plimbat astazi prin atatea locuri incat nici ele nu mai retin pasii si traiectoria parcursa ci doar ritmul alert, ce il simt si acum in tendoane si muschi.
Dar este abia miercuri seara, oboseala incepe sa intre in oase si gandire si sufletul parca ar vrea sa fuga inspre vineri, inspre odihna si relaxare, inspre weekend.
Cu ultimele puteri, reusesc sa inchei acest articol si sa ma rog la divinitate ca ziua de maine sa treaca mai repede si mai usor, sa nu ma mai simt ca un robotel ruginit si obosit intr-o zi de miercuri tomnatica si rece.
My look is a little bit shady, the light seems darker to me because of a fog of the body, a pressing force that encompasses me increasingly louder.
I feel my eyes heavy and painful, reddened they want me to close the eyelids and get off in the deep night sleep, to a beautiful dream.
My face is pale and vapid, like a steamed mirror. Sometimes I feel like I am numb because of the lack of calcium, but I prefer to ignore it and move on.
The heart has tried to be resilient today. She listened and beat, as she knew best, in her monotonous dance, with tic – tac and silence, and a small pause between.
As for the mind, she was sharp today. I walked through figures, crooked letters and strange names, papers and documents, knowledge and ignorance.
My voice is hoarse, rusty, finished because of so much speech, so much added sound and intonation.
My body is also exhausted. Hands do not know what order to take from nervous centers and act in slow motion, my muscles punishing me because I overstrained them today.
The legs … they do not know. I walked them today through so many places that they no longer retain the steps and trajectory but only the alert rhythm, which I feel now in tendons and muscles.
But it is only Wednesday night and fatigue begins to enter into bones and thoughts and the soul seems to want to run to Friday, to rest and relaxation, to the weekend.
With the last powers, I finish this article and pray for the divinity that tomorrow will pass faster and easier, to not feel like an rusty and tired robot on wednesday cold autumn night again.