I was asked a little while ago, “How can you be tired? What have you done today?”
When I say that I am tired, it does not always mean physical.
My mind stays in a constant state of exhaustion. At any moment I am running thousands of thoughts through my head.
What could have been, should have been, and never will be.
What can I do, will I do, will I never get to.
Is there something I am forgetting?
What else could I be doing while I am watching this TV show?
My car needs servicing.
Sampson needs to go to the vet.
I need to do a load of laundry.
Will I be able to sleep tonight?
If not, how am I going to be able to make it through tomorrow without taking a nap?
God, if I take a nap during the day, I will be a bum.
I don’t want to be a bum.
Can I anything to make myself sleep?
Do I take the pill? It makes me so sleepy the next day.
I should be writing.
I should be cleaning.
I should be doing anything other than what I am doing right now.
Is my neighbor trying to piss me off?
How do I cut wires on a motorcycle to make it stop making noises?
Do you always have to rev a motorcycle up 3,000 times to make sure it still works, even though you just rode it into the yard?
Should I Google that?
I should go outside.
Is it cold outside?
Will it be cold tomorrow?
I will never own a baby goat with pajamas.
Why does that make me sad?
There is rarely a quiet moment in my head, not even when I sleep. So when I say that I am tired, it does not always mean physical.
My brain is always on cardio mode.