So Tired I Missed My Stop… Again

There’s a special kind of exhaustion that hits in midlife.

It’s not just physical, it’s emotional, mental, spiritual even.

You’re juggling work, caring, healing, surviving and some days, even remembering your stop on the Tube feels like a stretch.

I used to feel embarrassed when I missed it.

Like it was proof I wasn’t keeping up.

But I’ve started seeing it differently.

Missing my stop is my life saying, “Sit down. Breathe. You’re not late. You’re just human.”

We live in a world that rewards doing, not being.

But some of us are learning that slowing down isn’t failure, it’s self-preservation.

So yes, I missed my stop again.

But maybe I didn’t miss anything at all.