It Is What It Is

I leave work at 8am, having made it, awake, through another night. I see the bus I need to go home pull into, then away from, the stop, all as I wait for the light to change so I can cross the street. I could check the electronic system to find out when the next bus will come, but instead, I just wait at the stop. I will get home, eventually. It is what it is.

I mix up a batch of fudge. Our cabinets are full of Halloween candy, and likely will be for weeks, but what I want is fudge, not gummies. What I want is homemade, not packaged. So I make the fudge. It is what it is.

I am home, and I could make dinner. I have a shelf full of cookbooks and a cabinet and fridge full of possible ingredients, but no particular idea about what to cook. So, while home dinner is within our reach, I pick up takeout instead (and people enjoy it). It is what it is.

I get dressed for work and the things that used to look good, feel good, make sense no longer do, so I change to things that look good, feel good, make sense now. I could bemoan my weight or my shape or my age, but instead, I just enjoy feeling better. It is what it is.

I know basically what I have to do in the next few days, but I couldn't tell you what my schedule will be next week, or next month, or next year. It is what it is.

Sometimes, I can maintain a relatively orderly apartment, and sometimes, just the simplest of clean-up tasks is far beyond what I can commandeer. So, sometimes, we live in order, and often, we live in chaos. It is what it is.

We are so used to being able to, and expecting ourselves to, take charge of the situations in our lives, that just letting things remain out of our control can seem shocking. But sometimes, it's okay just to let things fall as they may. Sometimes, in life, it just is what it is...