Hello and welcome, I’m Renée Valentina and this is Musing Interruptus. A podcast meant for sharing thoughts, stories, enjoying idiomatic phrases and words in general. You can read along; the transcription is in the description of this episode. The idiomatic expressions are in italics. Try to get the meaning from the context and then look them up to see if you were right. If you like it, share it, but more importantly, continue the conversation. Today, It’s Not That Simple.
It is not that simple. It never is. Unless you are on the outside of the issue or problem. In that case, it is not only simple, the solution is probably the bridge between a person and their happiness, hell, why not… bliss. So, if you are on the inside of a problem, I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sorry that you are going through these tough times. We’ve all been there or maybe, we are there. When some unfeeling dumb ass comes around and dishes out solutions, I just want to say, shut up. Quiet! I know the real deal, and it is not that simple. So shut up. Be quiet. Even if they are right, even if the solution is the right way to go. Even if their solution makes the most sense or at least more sense than feeling bad, and hiding away. Life is not a company you are running, your 360 evaluation is not welcome here. No siree Bob. No thank you. Be quiet. Shut up. 
You see, people will tell you want they need, if you are sensitive enough to listen to them. That person telling you tu shut up probably really needs to be listened to. Compassion can go a long way. Hey, we all need to lick our wounds some times. I play sad music and let the sad times roll down my cheeks. Today I was reminded that sometimes you need a good cry. I’m going to pencil it in… I’m a little busy today, but I’ll make time. 
Then again, there does come a time when licking wounds becomes more a sport than an act of preservation. Putting on those grown-up pants and facing the person in the mirror can be daunting. The first time, you might say, yeah, that is too much! Back to the bed, back to living under the covers. But try again. Try again. Try again. You'll get it, you will move forward, until that unsummoned opinion from that nosey person or busybody who is just not minding their business; until what they said makes sense. It is timing. That is why it is not that simple. Timing makes all the difference. I curse my bad timing! CURSES! And shut up, I know what your are thinking… it isn’t bad timing, it takes as long as it takes. I was thinking about how long it has taken me to do certain things or say certain things out loud. It took as long as it took. In the words of Gustavo Cerati “It takes time for it to arrive, in the end, in the end, there are rewards.” So best keep those eyes peeled for the end, there might be treasure or at least chocolate, maybe ice cream.
I don’t know. A trip to Bali, a trip through your wires or maybe your most quiet and desired dream. These types of rewards are normally - healthy- it is probably a learning experience that makes you wiser. Wisdom after the point! Well, ok, it isn’t a complete waste, I’ve learned what not to do, what to avoid… or so you would think. I’d rather have the chocolate, thank you. How about that treasure? Does it come in a chest? I really like boxes. I like organizing things. Sometimes the treasure is the box in which you keep things, like memories and love. Memories of my family when I was a child, the good times, not the bad times. Or the good times after the family crying times. Simpler memories like going to the coat store, picking out a rain jacket, it was pink, I imagined it a perfect pink trench coat. I couldn’t wait for the cool autumn weather and rain. Years later, I still get excited about a new umbrella. Ah, there is that umbrella again. Waiting for the rain to use my umbrella was worth every moment that  built up to it. I have a lot of those memories, ancient and recent. Continue listening

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