I am not going to complain. Not even a little. Not for one minute. I am going to spend the entire day today in that posture. Wish me luck.
I have to tell you truthfully, I am not really a complainer. I usually make the best of a situation or try to think my way through things but I have noticed that I do complain more than I thought I did. Sometimes it’s just in my head, like when I am trying to move quickly as I walk through midtown but everyone on the street seems to be walking though mercury. Sometimes I complain out loud, whether it’s about me, (I hate when I do that!) or you, (“I hate when he does that!). Sometimes it’s when I’m driving, (Why do I AWAYS wind up behind the guy digging for change in an EZ Pass lane?) Sometimes it’s a phone call I’d rather not take (Argh! Why is he calling me AGAIN?)
Regardless of the catalyst of my complaint, I’m just saying that I have been paying attention to these complaining moments lately and I have found that they make me worse; not better. I find no catharsis in complaining. Instead, I find myself a little more angry, a little more edgy, and definitely a little less friendly.
So I’m giving it a shot today. Today, when I get cut off, or the grocery store is out of the apples I like, or a motorcycle roars down my street at midnight, or my favorite show buffers for ten minutes instead of streaming steadily (The way the cable company promises on their commercials) or I get to the train station on time but the train is running 20 minutes late, I am going to think of the promise I made to you, here, and smile and think of the 100 other things I took for granted today that all went well, starting with: I WOKE UP THIS MORNING.
I don’t know what the outcome of this experiment will be nor do I have any expectations of permanent change, I just want to see if I can do it.
2015Motto…“Life is choice. Your very next moment can be different if you choose it to be”