When the alarm blared its obnoxious blare this morning, I rolled over, and got up. My loving but slightly less morning-hungry husband, muttered "How do you do that"?
Good question. I mean, I'm clearly tired. I go to bed way later than the rest of the family, and get up earlier. I know that I'm sleep deprived, but no matter how I've tried to address it, sleep always loses. You know what's funny? Just as I was typing this I noticed that tired and tried are almost the same word. And that is kind of the idea that I was just getting to.
I heard one of my heroines speak at the Women Empowering Women seminar on Saturday. Jeannie Ritter shared some insights, stories and a few memorable quotes with us. I didn't note the original source...but one of the quotes that really stuck with me maybe explains how I get up. "The anecdote for exhaustion is wholeheartedness." Isn't that nice?
I guess I'd rather "she tried" then "she was tired." Back at it.