Tired of Fighting

It's ironic that I'm tired of fighting again. It's been 21 months since I quit my job because I was tired of fighting, and here I am again.  The crazy part is that then I was fighting for what I believed in, and I still am.  I'm just fighting different people and different forces.  I would have thought that I'd be done fighting by now, but instead, in many ways, it's gotten worse.  the worst part is that I'm now fighting with people that I shouldn't be fighting.  

There are plenty of people in our society who care about older adults.  Many of my friends and colleagues care deeply about older adults the way I do.  There are lots of people who care.  Then there are those who don't, or at least don't realize that their actions negatively impact the lives of older adults.  They're the ones that I'm fighting.  I'm tired of fighting.

I hit the wall last week. I'm sure that my daily 8 mile runs contributed to my fatigue, but I'm just as sure that the daily pressure that I've put myself under has added up.  I look back at last year and my quest to race the Ironman in Kona, and remember how much at peace I was during that time.  I really don't want to fight, which means that my focus needs to be on how to develop collaborative relationships.  Then, I don't have to fight.  I'm tired of fighting.