Yup! These past few weeks, I have felt nothing but emotional, physical, and mental exhaustion.
I avoided the news channels for a few weeks, but my social media posts seemed to keep me connected to all the current news and all the anxiety we are experiencing in our neighborhoods, state, and world.
It is my practice to journal and list the many things that I may not share verbally. This allows me to measure my words throughout the day, so I don’t offend as many folks along the way.
Simply because I am exhausted.
Exhausted from the lying
Exhausted from the debating
Exhausted from the bigotry
Exhausted from the fear and control exercised over us
Exhausted from the unpredictable moments that seem to surge every hour.
So, in order to avoid arguing or trying to get a point across that may fall on deaf ears, I write, pray, and hope.
During my exhaustion, I push through with hope.
I hope that we will seek and see the truth
I hope that we start having conversations
I hope that we start understanding the pain of misunderstandings
I hope that in the weeks, days, hours, and minutes ahead, we begin to find peace, joy, and laughter and allow that to surge from our hearts.
When you are pressed to the point of no return…pause…and dare to Hope!