Weary.
Some days wear. Sometimes we are rough around the edges and dusty-booted. I think we feel this mostly acutely at the beginning and ends of cycles. Time changes, seasonal shifts, new holidays; sometimes we look for something new and inspiring; sometimes we just need a break. But often, every day just seems ordinary. I try to embrace these times, and find sweetness in the ordinary, the small daily things we do that in the end make up the real stuff of life. We are all a long time traveling.
Do not trudge through the day. Fill the morning with music. Step out into the afternoon sun. Dance.
Listen to the Wailing Jenny's Sing:
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