This too shall pass.

Not a fan of this phrase.  Sure, it may pass, of course it will pass.  The sun comes up and goes down and days go by and in due course, things pass.  I get it.  That doesn’t mean they pass well, or things are better after they pass, or that you don’t die sitting around waiting.

Some times things pass on to other icky things.  What then, huh?  Wait for the next round of “This too shall pass?”

I’m a doer.  I like to get the show on the road, move things along.  I’m all for long discussions, resolutions, I’m okay crying and hashing it out.  When I can’t fix something, when it needs to just “be” and “run it’s course” (I strongly dislike that one too), I get antsy.

It seems passive and defeatist.  Like it’s out of my control.

Sigh…I’m old enough to know that things are out of my control.  Not in a “give it to God” sense because I find that silly. God, if in fact he/she/it exists, is not sitting somewhere waiting to step in and take over for people too confused or too lazy to help themselves.  I think we make these things up to pass the time.

I think someone long ago was like me, became impatient, and some other person said, “God’s working on it.” or “Give Jesus the wheel.”  It was a distraction ploy to keep crazies like me from going…well, crazy.

Let me say, if the God or Jesus thing works for you, then go for it.  As my daughter would say, “no judging,”  it’s just not my thing.

I suppose “this too shall pass” means give it some time.  Maybe it’s more in line with “time heals all wounds?”  Oh, I don’t know.  But I can say that I’m not in the mood to wait for it to pass or the wounds to heal and I’m sure as hell not handing anyone the wheel.

I think I’m more of an I Dream of Genie kind of girl.  I want to fold my arms, boing my head and…all better.

This too shall pass…my ass.  What a boring show it would have been if Genie spouted that cockamamie nonsense.

My thoughts from the laundry room.  Hurry Up, It’s Past My Bedtime.

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  1. One of the books that had a profound impact on my life was Pema Chodron’s When Things Fall Apart. I came from a reactionary family and she, being a Buddhist, was teaching the art of observation and non-action (at least at first). Enlightening but oh so hard! I get it:).

    • I love her and, believe it or not, I have read that book. This is me after Pema. Hahahaha.

      There are moments when my mind is on that path, but they are fleeting. I’m not sure I will ever master meditation or stillness. We’ll see. Thanks for reading and your comments.

  2. I don’t like those phrases either, but I’m also an impatient kind. One reason why I despise depression. It’s hard to find ways around the obstacle requiring me to wait it out.

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