At Least You Enjoy It

In a bout of burn out, I found myself unable to stay on top of correspondence and laundry and daily life management and when I finally got around to texting my best friend back, I wrote quickly. An apology. A note about being stressed. A knowing my message would be met with compassion.

The text I received back said: “at least you enjoy it.” 

At least you enjoy it?!

I froze in my kitchen, dinner of rice crackers in hand and reread the text incredulously. At least I enjoy it?!

How lucky he is to be locked in as a best friend of over a decade. How lucky he is to get away with saying that as my nerves feel completely shot. It started to sink in… How lucky he is to be… right?

I felt the stress of the week melting from my shoulders. 

How lucky I am to be made tired by the things I enjoy.

What a privilege to feel exhausted from work I love doing. 

How important it is to have friends that remind me of that.