So I'll cheat and let a poem do some speaking for me, specifically this one, by Jane Hirschfield. It captures the sadness, tiredness, gratitude, wonder, and bit of hope that I feel. An excerpt:
"I brought salt, brought oil, to the question. Brought sweet tea,
brought postcards and stamps. For four years, each day, something.
Stone did not become apple. War did not become peace.
Yet joy still stays joy. Sequins stay sequins. Words still bespangle, bewilder.
Today, I woke without answer.
The day answers, unpockets a thought from a friend
don't despair of this falling world, not yet
didn't it give you the asking"
Also completely charmed by this one...
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