This morning I went to physical therapy. A little girl walked in. I'm guessing she was nine or ten years old. She had very light blond hair that was pulled back in a ponytail that was askew, as if she had slept in it or pulled up her hair in her sleep. She wore a thick winter hoodie and shorts. She had a brace on one leg - like to support a sprain. Both feet drug across the floor loudly, trying to slow down her path. The upper half of her body was slumped forward. The look on her face was completely unnecessary - she said it all with her body language.
It was as if an acting coach had told her to BE exhaustion, and she nailed it.
I laughed out loud and said, "That's how I feel on the inside." She glared at me just a little.
Oh, to be ten again.