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'It could have been worse'

1/11/2013

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'It could have been worse.'
'It could have been a lot worse.
I love this Irish saying.
You will meet it on Irish streets every day.
When I was younger the saying maddened me.
It seemed like a dismissal .
As I get older, I see another meaning.
I see a strength in acknowledging the narrow escapes,
the  blessing that sometimes comes in painful disguise.
I see the good thing that we can bring out of a 'bad' thing.
I see that many events are neither good nor bad in and of themselves,
but it is what I tell myself about them that matters...
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Mairead link
1/12/2013 05:53:22 am

Martine - I love this expression too. There is such an even keel to it - no exuberance at a near miss, yet no down in the dumps sorrow. It shows great balance. It reminds me of an expression my Granny used all the time - "Sure that would be a thing of nothing." At first blush it seems like a negative statement. Yet she did not say it to demean the task at hand, but as a form of encouragement, implying we, as children, were accomplished enough to take on the task.
All the best,
Mairead

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Martine Brennan link
1/13/2013 01:31:49 pm

Grandmothers are absolutely wonderful Mairead! mx

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Julia Barnickle link
1/12/2013 06:34:33 am

So glad to hear that it could have been worse, Martine! I think it's a great expression. It gives us a chance to step back from whatever "bad" thing has happened, take stock, and see how fortunate we are to even be able to contemplate what has happened, because we are still alive! And you're absolutely right - what we tell ourselves about the events is what really matters, not the event itself.

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Martine Brennan link
1/13/2013 01:34:16 pm

The stepping back is such a great skill to have Julia. Mx

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