I'm tired. And if you're reading this, you probably are too. Not just physically tired — though that's real. I mean the kind of tired that sleep doesn't fully fix. The kind that builds up over months of early mornings, late nights, full calendars, and the constant feeling that there's always more to do before you can finally exhale. We wear that tired like a badge sometimes. Proof that we're serious. That we care. That we're the kind of person who never quits.
But here's what I've learned the hard way — tired doesn't always mean faithful. Sometimes it just means empty.