It’s the cliché of clichés: When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. The idea that life is hard, and the only thing we can do is make the best of it.
But the literal implication is that when life is hurling lemons at us, our job is to take these (probably not even ripe) lemons, put in all the work to squeeze them, waste what little sugar we have left in our cabinets — because going to the store is HARD — and then share it with our friends on a hot summer day.
We don’t know how you grew up, but for most of us, making lemonade was about stirring some lemon-flavored powder into some tap water.
Bump that. When sour fruit is being chucked at my life left and right, the last thing I can think of is turning it into something delightful and filling other people’s cups.
Life never hands you lemons. Life chucks them at you.
If they smack you right in the head before you even know what’s happening? Yep, that sounds right.
And if you have the reflexes to catch them before they hit you in the goods? Great.
If you have the wherewithal to even squeeze them? That's a bonus. Your job is to fill your own cup. When you are grieving, your job is to do whatever you can to survive. You don’t owe the world anything — least of all friggin lemonade.
Bad things happen, and while the optimistic spin is to make whatever good things come out of the bad that you can, that isn’t reality. Our job is to get by. Our job is to deal with our grief and our loss.
If eventually you are in a place where you want to try the lemonade thing, do it for you. You don’t owe the world one single drop.