Terrible Tyranny

 I'm tired.  Bone-deep weary.  Balancing two jobs and trying to start a writing career has worn me out.  I long for sleep like some people long for a lover, but I'm not in bed.  Why?  Because of the terrible tyranny of 'should'.

I should get the dishes done first.

I should do at least a bit of writing.

I should check my schedule for tomorrow.

I should read that article, apply for that job, attend that function.  Should, should, should.

The terrible tyranny of 'should' once ran my life.  I worked 18 to 20 hour days, until a nervous breakdown put me on stress leave for six months and ended my first career.  So now I notice when 'should' comes skulking back and tries to take control of my life.  And now I resist.  I refuse to give it any further ground, especially today.  

So goodnight all.  I'm going to bed.