It is What it Is - June 30 2012

So, it has been a few days since I’ve sat down to release a new post because I’ve been busy moving. Yes, finally I am free from living just around the corner from Willow. No more random drop-bys, no more late-night runs to get a snow cone, and no more convenient friendship. So, life moves on.

A few years ago, I attempted to add my high school crush on Facebook, and he declined with the line: “It is what it is.” No explanation or excuse, that was it. Keep in mind, my high school crush was the older brother of my childhood best friend, who remains my best friend to this day. So, it was not too random that I tried to add him, and after high school I assumed all those things were put behind us. But anyway…

That was the first time I had heard that phrase, and it bugged me. I felt like it was something you said when you didn’t really want to tell a person the truth—or the real reason for something. I hated it. And when I told Willow that happened, he thought it was stupid too. But here I am, years later, and I feel like I’ve used that phrase over hundreds of times over the past couple months when I’ve been dealing with Willow. I mean, I guess sometimes it is what it is—and there is nothing you can do about it.

After this incident with my high school boyfriend, Willow would sometimes say “It is what it is” to tease me or get on my nerves, and now as I use it on him, he has said, “Wow, that is your new favorite thing to say.”

Sometimes, even though it sucks really, really bad, it really is what it is—and there isn’t much you can do about it. I can’t change that my dad passed away, or that it snows in the winter, or that Willow and I have never gotten past a certain point. IT IS WHAT IT IS. And I guess when it is, you can try your best to make the best of it, move forward, and make the present and future better than that.

I will tell you that after my dad passed away, my high school crush (who knew my dad well) ended up requesting me to be his friend on Facebook. I’m not sure what changed, but I’m glad he added me and we can all move ahead as grown people. Sometimes, you make memories—good and bad—with people, and it is what it is…