Sometimes there’s no holding on or letting go, just holding.
A holding pattern is just that…a stasis that won’t let you move forward or backward. The flow of life stops until it doesn’t.
When that moment comes, good or bad, evil or well-intentioned, life goes on.
As young marrieds we called it ‘wait and see.’
We loathed ‘wait and see.’
Later, we’d repeat the phrase to our children as the answer to any number of questions: “Can I go to so and so’s house?” “Can we get X, Y or Z?” “Will there be a happy ending?” And the list goes on.
My husband’s favorite expression is “Proceed as the way opens.”
His, and my, least favorite?
Wait and see.