It hits me when I'm alone. When I realize the day has caught up with me. When the week has caught up with me. Actually, how long has it been? I'm used to ignoring the signs that my body gives me, telling me to make a change. I ignore them because they get in the way. They distract me and make my mind think I can't handle it. I don't want that. I can do everything I need to and want to do. For example, I can sit here and type this blog and ignore that my shoulders are aching, my eyes are tired, that I have a slight headache. I ignore those signs because I've only been home for 2 hours since work and I should be able to do this. I ignore the ache when I'm carrying something and someone asks if I need help. I'm 35. I can handle it. I need to be able to handle it.