Bedtime Poem For Tired Adults

One task, two task, three task, oh shit maybe it's four task. 

Who knew being an adult would be so hard and often make you act so rash? 

Each day a new adventure, but some days those adventures all look the same. From Karens to Chads, to quiet quitting and overachieving adulthood has it all… except rest. 

Over and under obstacles,  sometimes they knock you right on your ass. But then you get up because getting up... you must. Maybe there's a cheerleading squad behind you cheering you on, or just a grumpy old lady who's mad that you've got 13 items instead of 12. Either way, you march on, adulting the best you know how. 

Sometimes it seems that others adult better than you, sometimes it's obvious that everyone could learn a thing or two from you. 

But while you're moving and slaying, hustling and bustling, rest sits quietly waiting for you. It knows you have dragons one nap could never tame, and yet it calls to you begging for you to remember that you're worthy of stopping and taking time for you. 

There will always be dragons to conquer, but tonight you rest. Not because you must, but because you deserve rest. Be it on a couch, in a bed, or lounging in the recliner you inherited from your Uncle Ned. Rest, this evening, is your friend. 

Embrace it. Let it hold you gently and whisper I love you as you succumb to its pull. 

Rest wants nothing more than to be your shelter from the raging storm of responsibilities. So put down that phone, the world will still be burning tomorrow, and grab that pillow of possibilities.  

Tonight let rest win. You deserve it.

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