Even When I Am Tired…
We’re still traveling across time zones.
Still visiting family.
Still riding the rhythm of summer’s middle stretch.
And honestly? I’m tired.
Not just sleepy tired. Not just “I could use a nap” tired.
But the kind of tired that seeps in deep—into the back of my eyes, into the base of my spine, into the breath between conversations.
Fatigue that lives in the spaces between things.
In the small gaps between driving and unloading the car.
Between packing a bag and comforting a child.
Between trying to stay present and longing for stillness.
I feel it in my body—the way my back tightens after another night on a strange bed or a couch that wasn’t built for rest.
I feel it in my brain, where words come slower and everything starts to feel a little dim.
I feel it in my spirit, too.
I’ve shown up for family.
I’ve shown up for my kids.
I’ve shown up for my business.
And right now, I’m remembering how to show up for myself.
🍷 In-Between Work
Between trips, I had a sales event at a vineyard.
I was tired going in, and tired coming out. But I showed up.
I unpacked the car. Set up my table.
Smiled at strangers. Told the stories behind my blends.
Watched people hold what I made with my own hands.
I didn’t feel radiant.
But I was still real.
And sometimes, that’s enough.
It reminded me that our sacred work doesn’t always glow.
Sometimes it just shows up. And offers. And rests when it can.
🌿 Staying Grounded When the Ground Keeps Moving
In seasons like this—when your energy is stretched and your body is calling for anchoring—staying grounded doesn’t mean doing more.
It means remembering the basics.
Here’s what’s helping me, even when I’m tired:
Touching water on purpose – washing my hands or splashing my face like a tiny ritual.
Reapplying my own blends – not just for scent, but to remember I exist in this body.
Breathing before answering – even just one inhale.
Drinking something nourishing – herbal tea, lemon water, warm coffee in the morning.
Sitting in silence for one minute before bed – not meditating, just being.
These aren’t productivity hacks.
They’re presence rituals.
And when exhaustion lives in the margins, these little rituals help remind me I still belong to myself.
🌀 What I Know Right Now
This isn’t the most inspiring post I’ve ever written.
But it might be the most honest one I’ve had in me in a while.
If you’re also moving through a season where the ground keeps shifting, the rest never feels quite complete, and your heart still wants to show up—
I see you.
I’m with you.
And you’re doing enough.
We’re still in it.
Still unfolding.
Still becoming.
Even when we’re tired.
—Charlynn
