I feel like I wake up so early and then I run around and do lots of things and then I go to bed far too late.
And a lot of the times I'm sick of it, and wish the weekends were longer and that I could relax.
And then I reflect on how much time today I spent making music (4 hours today, peeps. And half of that I got class credit for). And how much of that time I was listening to music. And how much of that time was spent having fun with my family, or chatting with my awesome work friends. And working with a children's choir. And talking to one of my best friends for the first time in 2 years (and realizing that friendship is a pretty durable thing, even when time stretches it). In all honesty, it was a wonderful day.
So yes, as I crawl into bed tonight, the thought of waking up again in 6 hours sounds dreadful. And yes, I wish I had more free time in which to write, to read, to run, to hike...
But still, though tomorrow will be as exhausting as today, it holds promise: learning about music, teaching, children, and life from a master teacher. Singing at the BYU Devotional. Cleaning buildings, sharing stories, and laughing a lot with my custodial pals. Studying facsimiles of Bach manuscripts. Celebrating a dear friend's upcoming marriage.
So yes, my life makes me very, very tired.
But I'm certainly not tired of my life.