Lately I have been telling Nate that I feel like I complain too much. Yes, you heard right: I complain that I complain. My name is M.C. and I have a problem.
Last year I read this post on frolic! about how Chelsea made a pact to not complain for a week. I like the sound of that. A complaint fast, if you will.
I used to think that complaining was fine as long as you were witty in your criticism. But the truth is, being around a complainer is completely draining--especially if that complainer is yourself. (Does it count if I complain about complainers? There's a lot of metacomplaining going on here.)
I'm not saying that complaining isn't justified. It's just that I've found that it holds me back. I want to be a person who looks at the world and sees opportunities rather than obstacles. My hindsight is 20/20, but I usually struggle to see the luck staring me straight in my face.
This next week is going to be complaint free (but the goal is to have it last longer than a week). If you hear me utter so much as a slight annoyance in the next seven days, feel free to call me out on it. And I'll make sure to update you on my experience. Hopefully I'll be sporting a chic pair of rose-colored glasses this time next week.