#261 It is what it is.

Lately, in an attempt to soothe feelings of disappointment, I’ve been saying “it is what it is” to myself.

You know, expectations cause such trouble!  In my case, I had not just a simple expectation, but an entire string of expectations.  And, as is their nature, my expectations were a set up. I set myself up. How much less wrenching it would have been if I had had curiosity about the situation, rather than dreaming up a whole story (a novel!) about how the situation would unfold.

But I digress. We’ve discussed expectations plenty in the past. Enough of that for now. Back to “it is what it is.”

What I find when I say “it is what it is” is space. I find open-hearted, present-time space. I find space that makes room for wonder, for appreciation, and for gratitude. I find respite from my nattering, recriminatory mind. I find ease. I find a balm for my sad disappointment. “It is what it is.”