Where Energy Goes

It’s been a very tiring week.
That much is undeniable.

But the feeling pulled me into a familiar line of questioning — one I seem unable to resist. If I keep focusing on how tired I feel, am I reinforcing it? Am I feeding the thing I’m trying to understand? And if that’s true, then what role does effort actually play?

I don’t know the answer. I’m not even sure there is one. But I do know that attention has weight, and wherever it settles, something begins to grow.

Some fatigue is physical — earned, unavoidable. This might well be that kind of tiredness. Still, I can’t ignore the sense that my focus has been circling the feeling itself, replaying it, giving it more space than it deserves.

So tomorrow I’ll shift my attention. Not by pretending the tiredness isn’t there, but by not giving it the final word. I’ll show up, do the work, and see what unfolds from that place. Some days, effort drains you. Other days, it sharpens you. The only way to know which kind of day it is… is to step into it.

Nothing dramatic. No declarations.
Just another quiet experiment in paying attention.