Oh, how we love to complain. I’ve got problems, you’ve got problems. We’ve got problems! And annoyances. And inconveniences. And frustrations. And on and on and on.
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I learned years ago that whatever I focus on becomes the focus of my life. Duh, right? The thing is, when I complain I am oh-so-aware of whatever it is that is bothering me, and if I complain enough, well then I hardly notice the good stuff.
Of course the reverse is also true. If I am grateful enough, well then I hardly notice the bad stuff.
That temptation to complain remains. I have complaints, dammit! Sometimes my complaints aren’t even said out loud- sometimes they just swirl and twirl and consume my thoughts and it’s hard to think about anything else.
Lately I’ve been feeling discontent. I can sit and stew for hours on all the things I don’t like. But this behavior isn’t helping me, it’s hurting me. It’s robbing me of enjoyment. It’s stealing my peaceful rest. It’s taking all the things that are good and making them insignificant.
I’ve had enough of this shit. Enough complaining. Enough stewing. Just enough.
I’m going on a complain-free diet. For two weeks I will not complain. If I catch myself complaining I’ll stop right there and say three things I’m grateful for. I’m going to complain refrain for 14 days!
Will you join me?