I have been aching for quiet. The noise of summer is wearing me out. And I'm tired. Can I say that? I haven't been this tired in a long time. The first half of the year felt so ripe with possibilities, with the promise every day to be fearless. And I was fearless.
But now I feel none of that, which probably isn't unusual. Fearless launched me into so many things, moved me forward and stretched me, and perhaps now is time for rest. I want that rest. I want the quiet. I want to get back on even ground where I can stand fearless and march on. Surely that time will come again.