Done

“That’s done. Next?”

We say that often in our house, Nancy and I. After every checkmark on a to-do list, after every project, after almost every every.

I’m fabulous at asking “Next?”

I’m not great at “That’s done.”

A sense of completion, a sense of finished.

Years ago, I walked out of our church building after the Christmas event I’d written and said to my boss, “Time to start working on Easter.” But it wasn’t. It was time to stop and be grateful and eat lunch and take a nap.

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