I am tired, my cup is empty -raw writing

I was listening to a post this morning, driving from job to job. At the end it said you can’t fill from an empty cup. I’ve heard that a million times but this time it resonated with me. There was nothing there to give. I’m tired to my bones. I’ve been so tired deep in my body and soul for too long. Tears streamed down my face, and they caught me by surprise

I don’t have anything left for anyone else. Nothing. I usually set up a fundraiser and a donation drive with my business for the holidays. I can’t. I’m failing as a business owner, a wife, a mom and a friend. I’ve been here yet haven’t been in a few years.

I saw the woman. So tired. Last week when I was doing fitness videos for my IG channel. Before I cropped my video, I saw a woman so tired walking back to shut off the camera. How could she possibly pull off headstands a few seconds ago? Who was this tired, worried woman?

I'm not fooling anyone, not even my dog

I saw her again this morning. Hair graying at the temples, baggy clothes. Lopsided ponytail, trying to capture a semblance of youth. The tiredness showed in her face, no escaping it.

I miss the days sometimes where I looked pretty for work and dressed up. I have a very different job now, plus I’d be too tired for that anyway. I was up with a coughing dog last night. As a mom, it’s always me it doesn’t matter if it’s a human or pet. I’m a mom to all

Enough of the rant now.

From a woman so tired and keeps going

For those of you that took the time to read. Please know I appreciate you

I’m not myself as much as I pretend to be.