At the risk of committing an act of musical sacrilege, I must make a confession: I’ve never been a Beatles fan and always thought they were the most overrated band in the history of music. There, I said it. Feel free to ridicule my minority opinion. 😉
Given my distaste for all things Beatles, it came as a shock a one afternoon a few weeks ago when I had Pandora set to a 70s station while I went about the business of organizing my closet and throwing away old stuff, that when Let It Be Started playing my ears immediately perked up. I went from being vaguely aware that there was “white noise” in the background to actively listening.
Not only that but once my ears honed in on the song I immediately sensed it was a sign of some sort, although I couldn’t quite figure it out in the moment exactly what that could be. Things were moving along nicely personally and professionally; in fact, recent developments had led me to believe that a situation that had been stuck was finally moving forward. Sound dramatic? Let me reiterate that I have always hated Beatles music. So for me to abruptly stop was I was doing and attentively listen to the lyrics and the melody, and even (gasp!) sing along definitely signified that there was a message in this song I really needed to hear.
On another level, it also brought back fond memories of singing this in Catholic church in honor of Mary, which got me thinking about her and the possibility that maybe she was using this song to communicate something important.
Fast-forward a week or two and I now have confirmation. Seems that the situation I thought was finally moving forward (based on some concrete events) is still mired in the past, though not on my end. It’s at once heart-breaking, devastating, anger-inducing, stupid and nonsensical. It’s also totally out of my control, save for the way I choose to conduct myself in the aftermath. Throughout this unfolding drama, I managed to find the strength to (mostly) conduct myself with dignity while also standing up for my honor. And my words were genuinely heard and understood, although they did not change the outcome.
“The truth will set you free. But first it will make you miserable.” — attributed to James A. Garfield
I’ve been so abruptly reminded of this timeless wisdom over the past several days. But in the wake of being blindsided by an emotional tornado, I also remembered that recent afternoon when Let It Be started streaming and I was all at once mesmerized. It was a foreshadowing of what was about to transpire and guidance for how to cope. Sometimes the best thing you can do after you’ve done all you can (and in this case, I wasn’t actually part of the decision that led to the upset), is to simply let God sort it all out. Once I was informed of the cold, hard facts in no uncertain terms, I responded in such a way as to retain my dignity. Now I am simply letting go. Or as the Beatles once sang, I am Letting It Be.