It Was Just....

Do you ever have those moments when you hear a song you've heard a thousand times before and the lyrics are so appropriate for something you needed to learn that it's like hearing the song for the very first time?

I did today.

I was thinking about something in the abstract while watching TV with my sister tonight. Nothing special. Just watching every episode of "Rizzoli & Isles" because my sister is obsessed and needs me to watch them, too. (She was right on about that show. She is very much like Jane Rizzoli and I am Dr. Maura Isles.) There wasn't anything big or epiphany inducing about any of the episodes we watched tonight. But since we said good-night and turned off Skype, I've been laying in bed with Frank Sinatra playing in my head.

"It was just....one of those things. Just.....one of those crazy flings. A trip to the moon on gossamer wings. It was just.....one of those things."

It's difficult as someone who is very intellectual to let things go. To just.....let it be. I sporadically pray for a specific thing to happen in my life. Sporadic because whenever I ask for this particular blessing the answer that always comes is, "Not right now."

Which causes me to look towards heaven and consistently ask, "Why not?!"

Every time a relationship has blown up in my face or a job has dead-ended or I get bad news regarding ways to finance my education, I want to know what I did wrong to cause all of the crap that has happened in my life.

Tonight, Frank helped me a bit by singing to me on the radio in my brain.

"It was just....one of those things."

Thank you, Cole Porter, for writing such simple, yet humbly profound lyrics.

"So good-bye, dear, and amen
Here's hoping
We meet now and then
It was great fun
But it was just
One of those things."