On New Year’s Day I was sitting in my parent’s living room, next to my father, reading the L.A. Times. I came across this op-ed piece that day which lamented the use of cliches and asked us all to stopy using them. There was one sentence that caught my eye:
“It is what it is. We defy anyone to explain how this phrase contributes anything to logic or language.”
I can’t argue, really, but it called to mind a blog entry I wrote shortly after my father was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. The editorial bugged me at the time, and now that I’ve reread what I wrote back then, I guess I have to say, I’m not sure how this phrase contributes to logic or language, but it contributes to the emotional survival of this woman. I’m not trying to be hip or edgy or anything when I say it. It’s my mantra these days, because I can’t change it and I need to know that I can’t change what will come, just how I respond to the moment.
It still is what it was. It will continue to be what it is until the day that it isn’t. That he isn’t.
I wish I could come up with an original, “hip” response to what my family is living these days, but I can’t. So I hope you all can forgive me my cliche and my edgy attitude. It is what it is.