I feel empty. So I’m filling myself up with chocolate. When work ends the real hard and meaningful works resumes- being a parent. Tonight I didn’t have much to give. I feel depleted. I won’t let myself indulge in this for long. But I will acknowledge it. Just how damn hard it can be.
I am lucky though. When I reach out for help – I find what I need. I sometimes think I don’t have the support. But I’m wrong. I’m being a brat. It doesn’t take much. A few texts. A funny anecdote or video. A connection. And I feel better. I know I’m not alone. We are all in this mess together.
Through fatigue and disappointment and sometimes sadness we can find the light, the hope, the love. When I stretch to find it it’s there. Waiting. Stretching back. Filling me up again. So that when someone else needs me I am there. My boys. My wife. My friends.
Suddenly I’m feeling less empty. We don’t need much to get back on track. Stay hopeful. And stretch when you need it. And chocolate. Don’t forget the chocolate.
