Done

On Sunday I had what I shall refer to as an “I’m done” day.  Loosely translated, (because I’m still trying to figure out my use of that expression) I was in a foul mood. 

A series of unfortunate events (thank you, Lemony Snicket) eventually had me finally and repeatedly muttering, “I’m done… I’m done…I’m done…”

Done with what?  Life?  My “mutters”  made it seem like I was about to off myself.  I am most definitely not that far gone.

The experience was reminiscent of a child’s temper tantrum – adult version.  (And, yes, I did have some whopper tantrums as a child.)

I refused to do any of the stupid chores around here, did not answer a call from an acquaintance whose misery is ongoing (although not fatal) and actually threw something on the floor – not something breakable because then I would have had to clean up the mess.  The list could go on but you get the drift.

Giving my tantrum and mutterings further thought, perhaps I was simply done with all responsibilities, sadness and frustrations having to with the people, places and things in my life.  I needed a time out – needed to temporarily abdicate my role as a mature adult.

A friend dropped by later in the day and patiently listened to my rant.  In the midst of my blah, blah, blah tirade, I paused and asked her, “But who was I talking to with all that muttering?”

“The voices in your head,” she replied with a grin.

Finally, the day and the friend brought laughter.  Because, yes, my behaviour was crazy, I’m a little crazy and life can get crazy.

Is there a point to this post?  Not particularly.

But, I’m done.   ;)

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