I'm so tired.
I'm in the end stretch, with final exams to be graded Monday and Thursday, and office hours online all week. It's not going to be too hard, but I still wish it was all over.
I get it. I'm getting older, old enough that I reminisce about Christmas past and old music. Old enough that I would like to do nothing except write till January. (And celebrate Christmas). Old enough that I don't feel younger than my age anymore. Old enough that I don't imagine younger men getting crushes on me. I have become a more sedate version of myself. And, after this semester, a more tired one.
I would like my heart to be lighter. This may not be the year, and perhaps what I need is a reprieve from work rather than joy.
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