I’m tired today. But I’ll go back out there.
Because my tired is nothing in the face of the soul-crushing weariness I see in my brothers and sisters on the street.
My tired pales when it’s held side by side with the frustration I hear in the voices of the people.
My tired is no excuse when you begin to recognize the heavy burden that has been carried for days and years and decades of calling out and not being heard.
I’m tired. But I can try to hold a little bit of that so they don’t have to carry it alone.
I’m tired, but I can try to amplify that voice.
What do you want to say?
I see you.
I hear you.
And you matter.
You are not alone.