Energy is as temperamental as the wind. Sometimes I feel it in gusts, and sometimes it is so still that it's an effort to even move. Sometimes it picks up in the afternoon, and sometimes it is strong and steady and sustainable for hours on end. I want to remember to appreciate it when it's like that, because the doldrums always come, and I never know how long I might have to paddle the boat to keep my momentum until the wind picks up again.
I am grateful when tired feelings pass away and my energy is strong.