Tired

It’s late, the end of the day and I sit in my hotel room, on the floor at the end of the bed and I realize that I am tired, both physically and emotionally.

This time it’s not a bad thing. It’s like I’ve come to the end of a journey and all the little things that have been floating around in my head for the past few days have fallen into place. The square pegs falling into the square holes and the round pegs falling into the round holes. And all I have to do now is crawl into bed and sleep.

Before I do though I do have to wonder about one irritating peg that as of yet has not found its little hole and that peg is guilt. I’m not really sure what shape that peg is, maybe it’s still evolving, or maybe it’s an octagon and there aren’t any octagon shapes on my board.

Anyway, here’s what I wonder, the guilt doesn’t seem to bother me as it once did. Yes it’s still there and it is troublesome little peg from time to time.

For the time being I suppose I will leave it be, and go back to my life as it was and be thankful that the “this can only end bad” didn’t happen.

I still wonder about that peg though.