tired

As I sit in the coffee shop listening to what I can only describe as a mixture between a boy band and techno ballads, my dear friend sleeps in the chair next to me.  She is exhausted.  We spent the morning walking in a park, celebrating Earth Day picking up trash, and the afternoon thrift store shopping in uptown.
I'm so thankful for being tired.  It is not an empty tired, like after you sit on the couch all day and then get tired from doing nothing and feel guilty for doing nothing.  I'm thankful for that fulfilling tired.  The kind you get after you have accomplished something.  It makes it worth it to feel exhausted.   Even though you feel you can't go on, you have a slight urge to continue beyond your own strength, you did something, you enjoyed God's creation, you enjoyed God.