My muscles are sometimes tired at the end of a day when I've worked out, but it's worth it because of the energy I feel in between.
My eyes are sometimes tired after a long day of editing, but it's worth
it because of the sense of accomplishment I feel as I'm creating.
My feet are sometimes tired after a day of deciding that walking, even
if it's a few miles, is better than a subway or bus, but it's worth it
because of the time I don't spend waiting, and the money that I save,
and the strengthening of my legs.
My voice is sometimes tired after a long day of directing, but it's worth it because I have communicated, and collaborated, and made something better.
My brain is sometimes tired after I've written and rewritten a long
series of cover letters, but it's worth it because it is a step toward
getting me in, getting me out there, and sometimes just "getting" me.
My spirit is sometimes tired after a day of believing things that aren't
true, or waiting for things that don't come to pass, or putting my
faith in the wrong things, but it's worth it because...because...
There's nothing wrong with a little bit of tired, as long as it comes
from real work, or real exercise--physical, mental, or otherwise. But
when our tired comes from waiting, or hesitating, or things we can't
control, then tired is really just tired. And weary is, well, weary. And
that is rarely ever worth it.