I was more tired of responding than of working

Dear Delyara, Today taught me something I probably already knew. Work itself did not exhaust me as much as responding did. Responding to people. To moods. To timing changes. To questions. To little disruptions. To practical things entering the day sideways. To everyone else’s sense of urgency. By evening, the thought of one more reply made me want to turn into furniture. I think a lot of my depletion comes from how interruptible I’ve become. Or allowed myself to become.