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Everywhere I Go I am There

“I’m so tired of being me,” I heard myself say.  In that moment it was true.  It was more of an observation than it was a complaint, but it was a complaint too, not so unlike saying ‘I’m so tired of sweeping the kitchen floor, over and over and over.’

My kitchen floor is getting older and after all these years of sweeping, the same dirt still needs cleaning up. But being tired of endlessly sweeping, doesn’t mean that I’m not also thankful for having a home of my own with a kitchen floor to sweep.

Being tired of being me, tired of my habitual compulsions and responses, of not having enough energy, of compensating for my disabilities, of getting older, of everything repeating day after day doesn’t mean that I also don’t find being me pretty darn interesting and that I can’t wait to hear what I’ll say next.

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