When you're weary

And these days, who isn't?

Yesterday, I was in Costco, and I stopped pushing my cart and I lay my head down on the handlebar, and I closed my eyes and I stayed like that for some time. Then I began to worry that someone would report me and here would come the Costco person-in-authority asking did I need for them to call 911 or what. So I straightened up and kept walking.

I am not proud to admit that I felt compelled to lay my head down on a shopping cart. But I am not ashamed, either, because I think a lot of us are carrying around a terrible kind of weariness that makes us understand why someone would feel they needed to take a forty-five second nap in the middle of Costco. And I think there are two questions we might ask ourselves about that: What is making us so weary? and, perhaps more importantly, What can we do about it?