Tired

This month I turn 70. Where did the time go? I lived through the greatest generation of rock and roll music the 1960s. A turbulent time. I even got punched in the face at a protest against the war in Vietnam. It’s funny how that works. My best friends all fought and served with distinction in that war. When I get punched in the face I was actually with a group of brave veterans who had all just returned from that war.

Life can be strange. It takes you places you never thought you’d go and introduces you to many wonderful people you never thought you’d know.

Now decades later I have been married to the same woman Kathy for 47 years, have a great daughter named Jenni, and

a dog that we all love named Gracie.

There have been great times, there have been dark times when Kathy got breast cancer, I had two small pulmonary embolisms, but I’m still standing.

But lately I have noticed something.

I’m tired.

After returning from work at my very physical job there are some days when I come home and feel like I’ve been dragged behind a car.

Days when I feel like a Zombie from Night of the Living Dead.

Bone tired.

What to do?

Well there is only one thing I can do. Keep on keeping on. I know that’s a cliche but it is also true.

We must all soldier on. Stand tall. We may be tired, wore out, but we are still in the fight.

We all matter. We all have something important to give.

Even if we’re tired.