I was tired in that bone-deep way where even beauty sounded inconvenient. The bed was making a compelling argument. But listening to your intuition when tired is different than listening to your body's protest. So I went to the botanical garden anyway. I walked in exhausted. I walked out renewed. Not because I had more energy, but because I stopped resisting what my soul had chosen. Sometimes the most aligned thing makes no sense to your schedule but perfect sense to your spi