i want to be a super hero. really badly. did i say really badly? oh, i did. good, because i want to be a super hero really badly. i wish i could fly. i wish i could teleport. i wish i could control weather. i wish i could heal quickly. i wish i could have super human strength. i wish i could slow down time and speed it up. yep, i’m greedy. i want all the good super powers. i want to be super.
that’s an odd thought to wake up to, right? yet, that was exactly what was on my mind when i opened my eyes today. how much i wish i was super. i find myself, as the year draws to a close, incredibly exhausted. my being is mentally, emotionally, and physically drained by the events of this year. perhaps if i was a super hero, i could do more, be more, have a bigger impact. i could have less limitations. i would be less exhausted.
truth is the lack of super powers has never stopped me. i still rush in, all in, to accomplish whatever is set before me. somethings i conquer. somethings i botch. somethings are left undone. some times the thing left undone is me. sigh. i can’t be super all the time.
“when i’m pretty, when i don’t look my best. when i don’t feel like gotta have an “s” on my chest. have an “s” on my chest. yes “s,” on my chest. i can’t be supa all the time. i know i’m extraordinary. but you can’t expect me to be on 10 all the time. i’d lose my mind, yea i could go crazy wearing this “s” all day across my chest all day.” chrisette michell
i have to tell myself on a weekly basis that i can’t be super all the time. some days i need to have a seat and recover my strength. right now, i feel almost depleted. empty. and i need to be filled. refilled? filled anew? sigh. i’m tired. these are words i don’t say often. but i’m tired. i have poured into a lot of people and things this year. i’m proud of every bit of it. i think in the next year, i need to make finding people who pour into me a priority. because as much as i hate to admit it, and trust me, i really hate to admit it, i can’t be super all the time.