I have a fun red sweatshirt that I like to wear to just rattle people. The sweatshirt says “done”. I bought this many years ago when I lived in Los Angeles. When you wear the shirt, most people are thrown by it. They wonder what you are “done” about. It could very well be that I accomplished and a grand feat and project. Or could also mean that I’m done with the situation.
I think everyone should have a “done” shirt. You can sit around in it and when needed just point to the words on the shirt. I’ve tried that a couple of times in jest. Sometimes it helps bring moments of levity. There are other times when it is meant in a real way. However, sadly for me, there are times when I’m just not allowed to be done. Can have the word “done” flashing wildly yet the handcuffs are tightly fitted. Even a saw can’t cut through. You feel stuck and desperately gnaw at your wrists to be able to move on and be done.
Gnaw. Bite. Cut. Still stuck. Yet, still done. Quite a quandary.