Someone in my life once ranted about how they hate that phrase. It quietly enraged them, in fact. So inane. So pointless. So infuriating.
I smiled politely and didn’t bother to mention that I happen to quite like it.
I certainly didn’t venture to posit that, perhaps, their anger toward it might suggest some issues with acceptance they could benefit from working on. Or that, perhaps, they might learn something from sitting with the statement and appreciating the starting point it offered.
Instead, perhaps what I actually did, with the slightest of smiles, was take a deep breath and remind myself that they are who they are.