And what is strength? Is is to stand proud until your spine snaps; or is it to bend with the wind?
I am so tired. Yet even when I feel so decidedly not strong, I am; even in the face of stress, overdue deadlines, heated debate, weary evenings, too early mornings; I have an enormous strength in my sense of self.
And yet, or is it therefore; I'm so tired, I wish I could sleep until April.