I’ve heard that phrase for years and it’s always seemed to ring true. I finally tracked it down to a Robert Frost poem, “A Servant To Servants,” and the actual quote is:
|He says the best way out is always through.|
|And I agree to that, or in so far|
|As that I can see no way out but through—|
Sometimes the only way past some horrific ordeal ahead is to grit your teeth, do your best, and suffer through it as best you can. You can’t put it off, you can’t run away, it doesn’t matter how much you hate it or how much it’s going to hurt, it’s just going to have to be. The only way to get out of the ordeal is to live through the ordeal.
This is going to be one of those weeks. Between more deadlines than I want to think about coming at me like a freight train at work, and that thing that’s happening here in the United States on Tuesday, I expect there will be a lot more stress than sleep this week.
Let’s all just keep breathing, try to keep calm, and remember that some of this shit (especially on the national level) has very, very little that we can do about it (other than to cast our votes, of course) so worrying about it and letting it make us crazy is sort of a waste of time.
Easier said than done, but if you watch my back, I’ll watch yours. In the end, that’s all we’ve got anyway. The family that we were given and the “family” that we make for ourselves.
If we just didn’t have this stupid Daylight Saving Time shift last night piled on top of it all!