Getting to done. Getting it done. Done. What have you done? I'm done. Dinner is done. Done and done.
Last night I woke up in the middle of the night and while I was trying to get back to sleep, I started thinking about the word "done". What does it mean to be done? Is it to be finished, over with, past it and moving on? 2014 is done. Can't go back, can't change a thing...other than what we think about it. But 2015 is different. Its not anywhere near done. It is just beginning. So there you have it. A new beginning.
So we have about 360 days left to get 2015 done, to get it done, to be done with it. What does that mean? Well, it really means it is all about the process. It is the here and the now. As we go along we have to realize that it is really never done. It is always in flux, morphing, changing, moving forward lest it stagnate and die. But isn't it the process we need to live in? Is getting to done really a satisfying goal?
Imagine thinking these thoughts as you lay in bed at 4am? The dogs didn't care. They just rolled ove and went back to sleep. I think that is what I admire about these critters. They are done with the hullabaloo of life and sleeping peacefully. As long as they are fed and have shelter, get walked and petted, they are just fine. And when you think of it, isn't that what we all want? And if we get it, are we done?
I don't know, but for now, I am......done.
Last night I woke up in the middle of the night and while I was trying to get back to sleep, I started thinking about the word "done". What does it mean to be done? Is it to be finished, over with, past it and moving on? 2014 is done. Can't go back, can't change a thing...other than what we think about it. But 2015 is different. Its not anywhere near done. It is just beginning. So there you have it. A new beginning.
So we have about 360 days left to get 2015 done, to get it done, to be done with it. What does that mean? Well, it really means it is all about the process. It is the here and the now. As we go along we have to realize that it is really never done. It is always in flux, morphing, changing, moving forward lest it stagnate and die. But isn't it the process we need to live in? Is getting to done really a satisfying goal?
Imagine thinking these thoughts as you lay in bed at 4am? The dogs didn't care. They just rolled ove and went back to sleep. I think that is what I admire about these critters. They are done with the hullabaloo of life and sleeping peacefully. As long as they are fed and have shelter, get walked and petted, they are just fine. And when you think of it, isn't that what we all want? And if we get it, are we done?
I don't know, but for now, I am......done.
