About a month ago, when I dared to admit that I was exhausted, an acquaintance said to me: "Well, maybe you should stop trying to be Supergirl." I couldn't come up with a snappy reply in that moment. I was too tired.
But a month later, having graduated from my MFA program while still maintaining my day job, raising my daughter the best I can every.dang.day, getting some writing done (not a lot; some, and there'll be more now that my FINAL final has been turned in), still having a healthy loving relationship with my husband and parents and family and friends, traveling, cooking, fighting... I have something to say:
Yeah, you know what? I probably did take on too much for awhile there. I missed some appointments, I wasn't always graceful, I got tired.
But nevertheless, I persisted. I leaned on my village -- my League, let's call them; even heroes need heroes. I flexed my own muscles and kept on fighting, despite fatigue, and not just for myself, but for others, too. Let me assure you, person who may or may not be seeing his post - I am not "trying" to be Supergirl.
I AM Wonder Woman. (To everyone else who's tired but still fighting: So. Are. You.) #WonderWoman