Wore Out
I’m wore out. Yeah
The kind of wore out you get when you take a couple of extra days vacation and start learning a new skill relevant to your work.
The kind of wore out you get when you sit in traffic on your way to the middle of nowhere.
The kind of wore out you get having a conversation about nothing and everything with a good friend.
The kind of wore out you get driving through the silent middle of nowhere seeing the leaves just barely starting to change.
The kind of wore out you get when you realize you’re not going to find a good place to camp because the Uwharrie Festival is going on.
The kind of wore out you get learning the physics behind a really wacky sway bar system.
The kind of wore out you get gathering firewood - including most of a whole tree.
The kind of wore out you get sitting around a campfire sharing the last of an apple pie with Jinksto.
The kind of wore out you can only get when it’s really cold out, but you’re just warm enough under a sleeping bag rated for 20-below.
The kind of wore out you get from waking up early to start the day’s work off.
The kind of wore out you get from spending some time at the Eldorado Outpost eating breakfast with a bunch of other people who are probably there for the same sort of stuff you are.
The kind of wore out you get from hiking several miles through the woods looking for the perfect spot to put a deer stand in a couple of months.
The kind of wore out you get from learning how deer mark their own paths, conserve energy, and move.
The kind of wore out you get from not saying much of anything but just listening to the woods.
The kind of wore out you get from making that trip far too short.
The kind of wore out you get from going back home to a family that loves you.
Yeah. That kind of wore out.
