I have no energy today.

I want to be creative.  I want to write.  Something.  Not a blog post.  Something…powerful. 

I want to play with my daughter.  Really play.  Until we both fall exhausted in a heap of laughter.

I want to clean my house.  It’s a tip(UK)/dump(US).

I’m tired of being sick, sick of being tired.

I’m weary.  It seems never ending.

I’m frustrated.  I need to see a glimmer.  I need to feel some hope.

I’m disgusted.  At myself, and all that’s wrong.

Life is unfair.

That’s a good thing, I reckon.

Life is unfair.  I’m in pain, more money goes out than comes in, there’s no end in sight to the troubles. However…

I have happiness I don’t deserve.  I am loved.  Beyond understanding.  I am blessed.  Mercifully so.  I don’t deserve it.  But, it’s mine.  And, so…

I may be discontent with all my present situation: health and finances could be loads better, energy level could be so much higher, productivity could be…well…I could have some, circumstances could be a lot easier, life could be more fair.  But, if it was, oh, what I’d be missing!  Oh, what I would lose.  No, it most assuredly would not be worth that exchange.

So, if you ever hear me complain about the unfairness of life ever again, just slap me!  And, remind me how grateful I am that it is.

 

- Autumn Dawn, The Original Since 1974