There’s an old song that goes, “I’m tired and I wanna go home. I’m tired and a I wanna go home.” Good gravy, I’m tired. I’m tired of the world, I’m tired of work, I’m tired of war, I’m tired of the ceaseless erosion of my humanity and the humanity of others, I’m tired of this fucking pandemic, I’m tired of fascism, I’m tired of cleaning the kitchen, I’m tired of trying to eat healthy, I’m tired of doctor’s and appointments, I’m tired of loved ones being unwell, I’m tired of friends beating themselves up for not being superhuman and constantly 24/7 productive. I’m tired of the Eschaton. Or the Jackpot if you prefer Gibson’s term.
I think we’re all tired right now. But all we can do is pick up and carry on. Like women do. Always and forever.