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....
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Don't get off. Just take a layover.
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