March 2022 SOLC–Day 10
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Driving home from school yesterday afternoon, I glanced down at the clock.
Ok, so I’ll get home around 5:30. Hmmmm. Would it be that bad if I just go to sleep when I get home?
I wasn’t kidding. Crawling into my bed sounded like the best thing I could imagine. I was 100% beat. No particular new reason. Just feeling the weight of the world. Ready to check out and reboot.
I continued musing. Even if I wake up in the middle of the night, so what? Tomorrow’s only one day to get through and then Friday’s a PD day. I could make it. It might not be pretty but I could do it.
I drove down the long hill toward the river. At the stop sign at the bottom of the hill a police cruiser with lights flashing blocked the road to the right. He waved me through to the left. As I turned, I saw several other sets of flashing lights in the distance. Clearly there had been an accident, and it looked like it must have been a bad one. My heart went out to those involved. Continuing unscathed on my way, I felt thankful but also oddly vulnerable.
How quickly someone’s day or even life can be upended.
And I was still utterly exhausted.
I got home and unpacked my bags. Did a little of this. A little of that. I tried to convince myself to stay up. Failed. Ultimately, I couldn’t really think of any good reason to do so.
At 6 pm I headed up to bed.
Sometimes you just need to check out.