My soul was so tired I felt like I was sleep-walking by the time I got to Thursday. I was dreaming with my eyes open. I felt like a Mumford and Sons song:
“How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don’t know
My weakness I feel I must finally show
Lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all
But lend me your heart and I’ll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep, totally free
Awake my soul”
So I took Friday off and I tried to live the best ways I know how.
Friday I walked Fuller Hollow Creek from Stair Park in Vestal with the dog and my husband. The water was cold and the air was muggy. That night we ate strawberry shortcake for dessert and I was glad for all of the hot days and warm nights I knew were coming.
Saturday we spent in Salt Springs State Park in Pennsylvania, getting lost, hot, and sweaty in the woods and then cooling down in the waterfalls of Silver Creek.
Sunday I spent climbing in the humid air of the gym and even though everything was slick and gross and hot, the climbing was good and I was happy.
I didn’t get to bed until almost midnight, not a good way to head into a work week. But Monday morning, I didn’t feel tired.