Exhaustion is a state of circumstance

In the beginning of the year I had the bright idea to fill my calendar. At the time it sounded like a smart thing to do business-wise. After all, how am I going to sell books if I don't do events? That's one of the drawbacks of being an indie-author - one must shamelessly self-promote.

Between family functions, holidays, and book events, we have had very few weekends off. I am a go-go-go until I drop kind of gal. But as my age climbs higher, my energy levels don't propel me as far even though my brain says, "Sure, you can do that."

Since the end of June we have had commitments every weekend and the next two are full also. This past Saturday evening after a fantastic 40th high school class reunion that I helped organized, I was so exhausted I needed help removing my sandals. As Bruce was kindly slipping them off my feet - about 8:45pm - the family room door opened and in walked our friend, Tom.

Yes, we knew he was coming. The previous weekend at another event with him, we scheduled a day hike - because I just couldn't imagine a day off. But as I sat there on the stool, exhausted from several weeks of planning, attending, and hosting a variety of functions, a rush of enthusiasm brought me back to life when I saw Tom.