When I was growing up, people would ask my dad how he was doing. His answer? Oh, can’t complain, nobody wants to hear about it anyway.
I kind of like to hear people complain once in a while. It puts my life in perspective. Not in a “Oh my gosh, I am so much better off than you” way. But in a “Oh my gosh, if your life is that bad, I can hang on one more day” way. Sometimes I feel so alone on this mountain.
While I was lurking around Pinterest a few days ago, I ran into a quote that talked about how you shouldn't complain about things you have not made any real effort to change. Example: I know that I've gained about twenty pounds in the past two years. My complaint, I don’t have time to exercise because I take care of my dad. Well, let’s be honest, if I spent just 30 minutes a day exercising, even just a walk, I probably wouldn't have gained all that weight. Maybe five or ten pounds, but the whole twenty? Do I have 30 minutes of time each day that I could set aside for this? Absolutely. I am tired. That is not going to change. But I will be just as tired if I walk 30 minutes or I don’t. Don’t have time to stitch? Do I have another 30 minutes to dedicate to myself and my mental well-being? I may not have 30, but I know I have 15. Get off Pinterest, get off my butt, get off my excuses. I need to complain less and change more. I have always been a happy person at heart and hate that life has beat me down. And you know what? Sometimes I held the stick myself.
Let me leave you with a picture I took on one of my walks this week. I call it Oats at Sunset…
Be kind to one another.