Le Merde, C’est Passe

I must have sighed. I know I slumped against the elevator wall. A very nice colleague said “Are you having a day?”

I could grumph about how it was snowing, again this morning, or that my trousers were loose in the waist and to tight through the seat, or that my mother’s second cataract surgery was canceled and she can’t find a new place to live, or that Mr. Spit ate the last granola bar, leaving me nothing for breakfast (except for all of the other things I could have taken).

It was just a day. The morning was not so bad, but the afternoon arrived with a crash and clang and a crises.

Anyway, I was sighing in the elevator and Isabelle looked at me and said “let it pass. It only gets worse if you fight it.”

As it turns out, she’s entirely correct.

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6 Responses to Le Merde, C’est Passe

  1. linds says:

    Very good and true advice. I’m going to take it!

  2. VA Blondie says:

    I agree, that is great advice! Something I will try to remember.

  3. Heidi says:

    Isabelle is wise. I may print that out and hang it on my wall.

  4. Jamie says:

    That is sound advice. Something we could all stand to hear every now and then. You know, when “a day” sneaks up and bites us in the butt.

    I hope it is over for you!

  5. a says:

    I think I will pass that wisdom on to my husband. (He does worse things than steal the last granola bar. He leaves one bite of things – like, one cookie (when you will clearly want 3), one piece of lunchmeat when you want a sandwich, one tablespoon of mashed potatoes, etc.)

    Hope the passing occurs quickly!

  6. Penbleth says:

    I have taken a lot of comfort over the years from, “this too shall pass.”

    I hope you are feeling better.

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