I am the kind of exhausted that stems from body, spirit and mind. It is the kind you feel in your bones. It is the kind that makes you question it all. Am I the woman for this job? Am I strong enough to parent and teach and exist as someone separate and unto herself? Can I also be a wife and a daughter? A niece  and a cousin? Am I a sister if I barely see my brothers?  Who is this person, after all?