“I’m sick and tired of ____ !”
This phrase sounds to me now like dialogue from a bad sitcom.
But there were years, decades, when I spoke them regularly as a reaction to the demands life made on me.
I thought I expected a lot of myself.
In truth, I expected more of life – of family, friends, colleagues than of myself.
With large applications of honesty and kindness, and with ample healing support, I began to perceive, acknowledge, and take responsibility for behaviors and consequences.
That is when a true and life-giving weariness set in.
a virtuous woman weary of her trade
by Sara Eisenberg
in the bed I’ve made
unable to exhale
the interest of
a finely rendered manual of evasive tactics
whose spine shows signs of wear,
whose pages are smudged with thumbing.