Done

Dead End
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I'd heard tell of this "Done" place...but I didn't believe it existed. The place when you reach when your well of patience runs dry. Where you realize that, despite all of your efforts, you still aren't where you want to be.
I use the Dr. Phil thing: "How's that workin for ya?"
Well, Phil, I'll tell ya- it's not. And the really hard part is that I have this feeling that I'm on a road to nowhere...a dead end street. That the prospects don't look too good.
I'm working very hard to find the joy - the silver lining, the rainbows in the clouds, but it's getting very difficult.
This all sounds gloom and doom, but Done isn't such a bad place. You are free of guilt, free of worrying about what everyone else is doing, saying, thinking or feeling. It's not bad or good, it's just DONE.
Sounds like a road sign in a Stephen King novel:
DONE - Next Exit.
Take the exit or don't take the exit.



I think this is my stop...I'll get off here....

The Rub

I fancy myself a bit of a writer. For the last few years, I've been working on "My Book". It's a compilation of stories my husband, his family and friends share whenever we get together.

A while back, I went to a book reading for a friend of mine who is a bestselling author whose first book was recently optioned by HBO for a series. I was so inspired at that book reading that I decided I was going to really dedicate myself to finishing this book. I asked her to be my my mentor and at her suggestion I started a blog.

My husband has been tremendously supportive, going so far as to tell people this is what I'm doing. He's helped me to compile the list of stories to be included, he's done some proofreading. He's on board.

I really want to do this. I'm enjoying this writing process immensely and this project has given me a personal goal & dream.

Now The Rub - A lot of these stories are funny, but at another person's expense. How do I stay true to the story and still have my friends and family speaking to me after it's done? I'm not the first person to encounter this hurdle, I know. Some of the great humorists of our time use their closest friends and family as 'material' for their humor. Aren't we told to write what we know?

Rocks in my Backpack

I don't normally look to "The Ace Man" Adam Corolla as my moral compass, but he said something recently that stuck with me. He has this theory that we all have kind of Kharmic Backpacks and in those backpacks we/life put rocks of varying sizes, which we have to carry around. Not picking up the dry cleaning, well that's a relatively small rock. Cheating on a spouse...yeah that one's big. So we go around every day adding & removing rocks from our backpacks.
I was able to remove a rather large rock from my backpack yesterday - OH, and I've found that the longer they stay in your pack, the heavier they are. Anyways, I was able to complete a project for a client that I've been trying to get to since before the 4th of July. Totally unacceptable that it took me that long (which either added to the size of the original rock OR was a different rock - either way, more weight for my backpack). It really felt good to deliver this project to my client and was a huge weight out of my backpack.
In thinking about this theory of the Kharmic Backpack, I thought about the rocks that might be in my sweetheart's backpack as well as my girls' backpacks. Work, school, sports, home obligations, bad dreams, disappointments, hurt feelings, lost friends, words left unsaid...These backpacks can hold a multitude of rocks for which we shoulder the weight. What stops us from taking the time to dump out these packs, sort through them and leave some of this unnecessary weight behind? We take time to do other things, to nurture our bodies, our minds, our relationships, but what about taking time to nurture our souls? To relieve some of the burden? Isn't this as important as seeing a Dr. or Dentist? Or changing the tires on our vehicles? Or cleaning out the closet?

The Past

Since you've last heard from me, I've had two run in's with our past -

-My husband's former business partner came into my office. This waste of space stole tens of thousands of dollars from us and sent our lives into a tailspin from which we are just beginning to recover.
-A dream of a former employer of mine who owes us a decent sized sum of money, which added to the above mentioned tailspin.

After the butterflies all cleared, my main thought was "WHY?" Why are these people surfacing? Why today? What am I to learn from this? What do I need to reconcile immediately?

There is so much from these two that contributed to a horrible downward spiral in my husbands outlook and subsequently put a strain on our marriage. They are 2/3 of a Trifecta of Bullshit that nearly beat us completely. Typing this, I'm realizing it all started around a year ago to the date.

Now what? Do I need to revisit this time in my life and make some peace with it? (I really don't want to ever go back to that place again - it was so dark and cold and it truly seemed endless).
Having said that, I believe that I would much rather walk forward, to the light and the truth. My sweetheart has emerged from that dark place a more centered individual, and we are stronger as a couple for having come through it. I would like to scrape these two pieces of filth off of my shoe and continue in the positive direction. I will remain strong and honest, and believe that life will take care of these people.
Thanks for helping me figure it out.

The Longest Day

Right now my sweetheart is fishing in Mexico. He's returning tomorrow, but right now he's not here. He left 6 days ago and for the first few days, I was cool. Better than cool, I was great - watching chick flicks, not making my bed, eating what and when I wanted - it was a little rebellion, I'll admit.
Then yesterday I woke up with heartache. No joke, no exaggeration, my heart hurt because I miss him. And that is when the countdown started.
I like missing him - it's kind of romantic that after 15 years we aren't sick of one another. I think it's good for us to be apart for a little while, it lets us remember who we are.
But now I'm just waiting, trying to fill the next 18 hours with something fun to pass the time quickly.

Deja Vu

I've definitely been on this road before...in fact I've left a number of brilliantly started, but horribly neglected blogs in my wake. This one is for me, about me and only for the eyes of my nearest and dearest (translation, really no one I would talk about). I think this one might be about the personal journey I feel I am embarking upon. (Ever have that feeling of being pushed in a direction by an unknown force? And you're thinking, "Ok OK! I'm going! Quit shoving!"? Yeah, that's where I am -

• I've had friends come and go recently and both instances really surprised me.
• I've had family members come and go, too...but not too surprising.
• My beloved has come out of a dark time in his life, through which I a) found strength to carry what he had to put down and 2) am working through the hurt of his mental (if not physical) absence.
• I am realizing my girls are becoming young women, and in trying to be empathetic to their position in life, am taking another look at my childhood.
  
• We are a part of an organization that is quickly becoming more trouble than it's worth.

So here I go...It's a beautiful tunnel and I believe there's a light at the end of it