"I really don't
get it."
"Here's the
thing," he grumbled. "I think
I'm finished with something…"
"You know,
something hurts me or annoys me and I think about it, talk about it, even work
on it, and I finally think 'Whew! Done
with that one!'"
"And the next I
know," he complained, "something new happens and it's like that box
of Pandora's flies open and all those awful feelings that I thought were gone
are there all over again!"
"Help!"
What do ya say?
Sound familiar?
Do you get discouraged?
