A conversation I had today reminded me of this sentence: “It is what it is.”
There was a time in my life when I really hated hearing it and seeing because I never believed that that is just the end of it before. It never sat well with me. It still doesn’t. (hear me sigh)
It’s the first day of June 2021.
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The other line that I love to remember is something that a late friend always used to say to me and probably to many other people: “Everything’s gonna be okay.” A line that makes me smile. It reminds me of the love, the relationship, the friendship, the trust, the fun, the drama and the celebrations. A warm fuzzy feeling. I want to believe that things are going to be okay in the dark corners where I am battling with questions and question marks and lack of belief and disappointments.
Again … ‘It is what it is …’
I looked at the harbour every day after I heard that line. I couldn’t be angry. I was hurt, sad, disappointed … but not angry.
The memories were lovely.
I find myself in another situation at present … totally unrelated to the above … my entire being is revolting against saying “It is what it is.” I wish we could talk. Really talk. Awake. Honest. Real talk. Truth. Say the things we need to say, have to say, want to say … and then move on. Whatever the direction. Probably away from …
I don’t want to say it. I don’t want to say good bye. I probably should.
It is what it is …
