Being Done
The feeling that this invokes, the feeling of “being done,” is almost overwhelming. The thought that at some point in my future, I will not have a worry or a stress, that I will “be done,” has never, not once, crossed my mind. I’ve been living for so long, assuming that “being done” was never an option for me. Thinking that it might be an option, to feel accomplished enough, to be satisfied enough, to “be done,” is an overwhelming feeling of relief. A happiness so profound, it’s almost sorrow.