Learn what it looks like not to complain
Okay. This got me. It really got me. Not only because of the spirit of the young man featured, but because of the depth of love and devotion shown by his father. That is sheer, breathtaking love. And if I ever needed a kick in the butt to stop complaining, this is it. Thanks to Jeannie at Living on Purpose where I found this story.
Sometimes we just need that kick in the butt, don't we? And so, now being Day Six of Day One of my complaint-whine-gripe-gossip-free challenge, I'm turning to others for help and inspiration. Rick and Marilyn (when is something a complaint and when is it stating a fact?) and Carmen and Lela are all sharing new insights from the experience, the attempt, the mindfulness that this challenge brings--are there others on the journey?
Kate offers me wisdom from The Biology of Belief about how our thoughts and internal, subconscious scripts create us, our reality. Kikipotamus the Hobo fascinated me with her challenge reflection about "first purpose." Chris Corrigan intrigued me with the thought that our words create our road, that "we are all the same size, spiritually."
And Christine, the one who started us on this path, wouldn't leave us hanging without support and direction--she also offers keen advice for those of us who are struggling with the impossible: It's not about perfection, she says. And here's the mantra she offers that makes so much sense to me: "I make requests rather than complain."
While I am failing by some measure at this challenge (by a measure of time passing, which may not be the ultimate measure of success in this case), I am surpassing my expectation in the form of learning. What have I learned? That I am sometimes angry disproportionately to the catalyst for anger. What is that about? That without the mindfulness that has come with this challenge, I can sink into negativity too easily, and shockingly so. That sarcasm is my complaint of choice. It sometimes deflects discomfort, a sure laugh, a disarming. Go for the laugh, not the truth. It is a deflection, not an honesty. It is intended to cut, not heal. It sometimes measures intelligence, the witty bon mot, but not character.