It feels so good to lay down at the end of the day. I let out a long groan as I fall onto the bed. Even the dog looks at me funny and she’s the queen of moans and groans.
I don’t remember being this tired or stiff or slow to move around. But my daily responsibilities have quadrupled in the past two years. And I go non stop from 6 am until about 8 o’clock every night. Or later if I’m putting our son to bed.
Getting to lay down and take a load off feels like such a reward.
I love listening to the dog snore and the day quieting down. And I try to enjoy these moments of reflection. Each day is so full. There’s so much to process.
I’ve managed to find a way not to be kept awake by all the things anymore. Maybe it’s the sheer exhaustion combined with our son’s newfound determination to not sleep in his crib and to scream bloody murder around 10 o’clock each night. Or maybe I’m just grasping the ability to let go of what I don’t need to hold on to. I can put it away until a time when I can actually do something about it.
And I’ve noticed a feeling of gratitude starting to seep into each night’s ruminations. My life is so full. Family and love. Good hard work. Great teammates who crack me up. Old friends who send me hilarious texts. Exercise and strength. And so much to look forward to.
That nightly groan as I get into bed is my way of letting go of today and making room for tomorrow.
