Have you ever felt like you were at the end of your rope?

It seems to be a fairly well known phrase.  I believe it is one which is highly used.  At least, I have heard many people say it during my lifetime.

At the store.  The lady looking for French Cut Green Beans.  The store is sold out, again.  “I swear…. this store has been out of french cut green beans for two weeks.  I am at the end of my rope with these people.”

At the playground.  The frustrated mother.  “Ooooooh.  I am at the end of my rope with these kids.”

At the gas station.  A man with the pump, in hand.  “Barney, I swear.  I am at the end of my rope with these gas prices.”

Oh.  You know the drill.

But I never hear folks say…. “Today, I’ll be danged.  I feel like I’m at the beginning of my rope.”

Or how about at lunch time.  A voice from the adjoining cubicle never calls out…  “Uh-oh.  I think I am about half way through the length of my rope.”

Never.

Never ever.

It seems like people always wait to say something when they are at the very most end of their rope.  It pours out when they have reached their limit of patience or endurance for something.

Most of the time… the situation is not good.   Arduous.  Unpleasant.

One feels defeated or exasperated. Thwarted.

Thwart.  Thwart.  Thwart.

Well.  Tomorrow morning I am going to give something a try.   I might just wake up, and tell the world,  I feel like I’m at the beginning of my rope.

Yep.  Just to see what happens.

“When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on.” – Thomas Jefferson