Exhausted
I feel exhausted, however, it is not in the negative connotation of the word. I feel as if I have poured my heart into my work, which leaves me feeling exhausted. This is a good exhaustion (considering I’ve worked over 15 hours today) because, as of the moment, I feel a joyful exhaustion…ready to rest and take on tomorrow’s challenges. It’s a strange feeling. A good feeling. An excited, wonderful feeling of passions let wild. I have put forth new work, innovative work, wonderful work with a like-minded individual; forcing the neurons in my brain to flare and allowing me to creatively think of how to efficiently use the resources around me. Maybe it’s a feeling you get when you’re working on something you love. It’s a peaceful feeling, a harmonic feeling…it feels like the body is vibrating. On the other hand, I’ve noticed that if I am doing a repetitive, tedious, task, I feel exhausted in the negative connotation. I feel like I want to form trajectories out of plates, cups, and various other objects . I cannot grasp how anybody would want to spend their time engaging in challenge-less, repetitive jobs. Who knows, maybe a perfect excuse would be to meet end’s meet. But hey, I don’t live with a surplus of wealth…I still need to provide for myself. I am now tired, and long story short, (to remind myself) I think it would be the best interest of everybody to engage in their passions. It is best to avoid formulating regrets later in life.