I have a new respect for exhaustion. I admit to not having given it creedence in my my youth. As I grow older, I not only acknowledge it, but I often give in to it. What does really mean in the scheme of things? It may mean that I have turned into my Mother. She used to sit still and fall asleep sitting straight up. I have always berated anyone for doing that, saying, “I have to be in bed in order to sleep”. Well…….I pushed myself so far two days ago that I fell asleep walking up the stairs. When I knew anything, I had one foot on one step, hand on the bannister, and one leg back on the other; yup, caught me mid-climb.
Told myself it had to be some bizarre happening, as to offer an explanation for my darn near passing out on the stairs…. that’s exhaustion!