The world we live in is so pampered, so privileged and so very harsh. When did it become acceptable to view tiredness as a failure, a sign of weakness that one should just rise above? We all race around as if on a hamster’s wheel and I really feel it is time we paused, just for asecond and listened to how we really felt. Would productivity, creativity and enjoyment not be greatly enhanced by being just a little less stressed, pressed for time and quite simply tired.
I remember being pregnant for the first time, sitting on the tube in floods of tears. I had been at work all day with the glitter and little people and I was exhausted. Not just tired but boneshatteringly knackered. My house was about 4 minutes from the tube but I just could not imagine how I was going to manage to walk that far. People just stared at the crazy lady on the tube – unfortunatley glitter in your hair and poster paint on your clothes does give the impression of being slightly odd at the best of times but that wasnt going to help get me home. I couldnt face askinga taxi to take me to the end of the lane, so snivelled all the way home, but why couldn’t I just say – I am TIRED and pregnant, please help. Perhaps we all should be a bit kinder to each other, and in return to ourselves.