I'm tired because I worked my tail off these past two weekends. Don't misunderstand me. I'm not complaining. We have enough of that to go around this county - three times.
I'm tried because I had fun covering the events.
We have a lot of activities going on in Williamsburg County. All one has to do is look at the "Upcoming Events" page or "Chamber Chat" or the advertising in The News to find something to do. Right off the top of my head I can name seven events that have occurred in October alone and the month is only half over.
Lets see...we've enjoyed live music on Academy Street - not once but twice, we've had a carnival, an auction/benefit, a Jamboree, a Lancing clinic, and the Pig Pickin' Festival. If I flip through the pages of the last few news papers, I promise I can find much more.
All this fun may make me tired but what about the people who work so hard before, during and after these events and functions. The people in the background, the ones we never see or hear about are the heroes. Their selfless dedication and passion make the parades exciting and the cotton candy stick to our fingers. And when its time to pack up and head home, who cleans up our mess?
Getting back to being tired, I used to be tired of (certain) people treating me like a dumb (bleached) blonde. Ok, I have had my moments but stereotyping only strengthened my resolve to better myself: whether it was through education or hands-on experience. Maybe I'm wrong but that’s usually how its done - taking the initiative to better oneself - not by complaining that I'm tried of being in the situation that I put myself in the first place.
Mr. McClary, who submitted a letter to the editor titled "I am Tired" is tired of a lots of things: one being the rules that stall and hinder him from starting a business. Rules are set to provide consistency. Without rules and regulations, we would have chaos. If, for example Mr. McClary adhered to the "rules" and erected a sign advertising his business, only to have the guy next door obliterate his sign with one that is five stories high, would he give it his blessing? Something as simple as neglecting to mow your grass will eventually become an eyesore or worse a breeding ground for insects and a home to varmints. Without a town Ordinance, my neighbor could let his grow ten feet high and I wouldn't have a say in it.
Mr. McClary's 1,300 word letter gained the attention of two readers who responded with distinctive and relevant points of view. However, I was somewhat disappointed that no one else responded. That doesn't mean no one read it. Plenty of people had plenty to say - face to face. If that is the case, then why didn't they take the opportunity to set the record straight? Maybe they were too tired.