Finding Energy

I think I used to talk about moving energy a lot. Breathing energy a lot. Feeling and sensing energy. Back when it was a commodity in large supply.

Now it's all kind of tapped out. Nearly dried up. And I can't think to move the trickle that drips down my arms and to my typing hands anywhere beyond the keyboard. I'm lucky I can still muster the strength to compose a sentence, never mind keep my eyes open long enough to proof it.

Not to sound old, but this level of exhaustion is somewhat beyond the norm of anything I've ever known and in the midst of it, I'm supposed to be jazzed about dating.

How can I call a guy back who I barely know when I can't even make time to empty the dishwasher or call my favorite sister? I mean, really, what kind of crazy-ass supposition is that....make time for a stranger who could pan out to be important, but probably won't, when you can't even make time for what already is important. Dating is losing this battle and I'm not finding the energy to strike up a conquest and rally the troops for an all out war.