It’s Not So Much How Tired You Are, But Why You Are Tired

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Catherine Hughes

Director of the 8 Women Dream Project at 8 Women Dream
Catherine’s dream is to make 8 Women Dream the premier online publication for women looking to pursue their dreams. She is a published author, a freelance writer, and a guide for those who want their dreams to come true online. Catherine would someday like to be invited to speak at TED about her observations about her 8WD project inviting women to take a chance on their dreams. Wine was required... Catherine posts on Sunday evenings and fills in dream stories as needed. If you aren't sure how to comment on this story, click here.

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It’s Not So Much How Tired You Are, But Why You Are Tired

Dictionaries describe exhaustion as the condition of being used up; a state of complete consumption.

Setting goals is easy, achieving them can be exhausting.

Maybe it isn’t the work toward our dream which make us exhausted, maybe it is all the other things we try to do (and be) along with working on our dreams.

This week I am exhausted.

Yet, this week I’ve hardly had a free moment to work on my dream.

Maybe this is why I am exhausted?

Part of the week was spent reading all the requests we received for the writer to be the eighth woman on 8 Women Dream.  Wednesday night the group met and discussed all the emails.  This in itself is exhausting (not because of the shear volume) but because we have such empathy for their dreams and want to take them all on.

My sons football season opener is this week.

I helped him with some research on a project.

Work is busy again.

I haven’t updated A Week In The Life of A Redhead.  I have 5 stories about Brian and teenagers chatting at me as I drive to and from work.  I need to write them down.  Sometimes I find myself telling the stories to shut up aloud over the music.  I promise myself I will write them down.



Uh, yes people.  I am sober when this happens.

Agilent finally got back to me on Toastmasters.  I cannot transfer there.  The group is closed.

The sound of a gunshot through my heart can be heard throughout Sonoma County.

I am now looking at another Toastmasters group.  Can anyone say Do Over?

Maybe someone from Agelint has seen me talking to myself in my car – telling the stories to shut-up.  We do drive the same road. Or they listened to the radio broadcast I recorded for my post last week.

Wow.  It’s already been a week.


Meanwhile Remy, who will be posting on Fridays as our Photographer-dreamer is patiently waiting for me to send her all the information she needs to begin posting.

She’d like to start now.

I’d like her to start now.

I wouldn’t be writing this exhaustion post for Friday.


I am suppose to email our decision to all the dreamers who want to dream with us by the end of the day Friday.  At this point I hope they are OK with midnight on Friday.

Side note: What an incredible group of women.  Their emails have left us stunned.  We 8 have found the process of choosing just one dreamer much harder than we anticipated.  It is comforting to know that so many wonderful women exist in this world.

Other than that – my eyebrow hairs keep showing up on my chin, the craving for dark chocolate is as strong as ever and my jeans seemed unusually tight this week. The weather has cooled and I find myself pulling a sweater over my shoulders as I rise from bed in the morning. The dog hides under blankets and my flowers are disappearing from my garden one by one. The seasons are changing along with 8 Women Dream.

I have to stop typing now as I need to go kill my 14 year old son who is sitting in the other room tapping the coffee table with pens like it is a drum set.  It’s been going on longer than a menopausal redheaded exhausted mom can handle.

I probably shouldn’t send any emails after that.

Keep on dreaming – even when you are exhausted.