Today, I’m weary. Not weary like a single mom. Or a Ukrainian freedom fighter. Or a migrant worker. But I am weary. This is strange to me because some days I have more energy and stamina than I’ve had at any point in my life. What I tend to do when weary is to either bear down through over-stimulation. Or say “fuck it” and check out for the day. (I will…
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