My alarm goes off at 5:30 am and I pounce on that snooze button like a tiger chasing its prey… repeat scenario 7 minutes later. Repeat 3 more times. I grind at the workhouse until 3:30… then subject myself to hot yoga till 6. Head home for mommy duty and work some more. Go to bed and do it all over again…. I can rest when I’m dead right? But fuck, I’m hella tired.
But isn’t everyone? Cuz you worked a twelve hour shift today, and your 3 kids are all being potty trained right now. Her commute is 3 hours each way, and she still has to cook dinner for 10 people. I have 5 loads of laundry, but your sister has 8… That other girl has a paper due in 2 hours, and his project deadline is in 12 minutes.
I’m tired, but so are you. And so is she, and he is too. But somehow, we still manage to get shit done.. those deadlines are met. The laundry is done and dinner is on the table. That paper’s been turned in, and this article’s been written. Why?
Cuz being tired is not an excuse.
I’m fortuante enough to be surrounded by people who don’t give me the “I’m tired” excuse. The people in my circle create and execute with the best of ’em, and guess what? They’re all tired, too. But that never stops them from doing what they need, or want, to do.
Being tired is not an excuse… so don’t make excuses. Just make good.