There’s an obvious winner here, right?
I mean, there should be, but it isn’t always as it should be. For instance, I complain… a lot. I knew I complained to my best friends, to my mom, occasionally to people I see at work or socially. But the other day when I sat down for dinner with co-workers, I was confronted with: “Hey Jess! What are you going to complain about today?”
UH… ouch! Wait. Crap. I’m that person.
The part of me that would like to hide this flaw would say that this is a good thing, because it means I’m comfortable with my nightly dinner partners. But who am I kidding? I was suddenly aware of my toxicity to others when things aren’t going as I think they should.
A couple of months back, I found this gem on everyone’s new best friend, Pinterest:
'talked' is nicer than 'complained'
I said then, “My, what a lovely reminder to give all of my worries to God.” I’ll say it again now, and hopefully it will start to stick. Most of the things I complain about as of late are completely out of my control. So instead of dwelling on them, I know my time would be better spent praying for patience and grace, and for all of the other flaws I battle every day.
xo, J
a ♥ of steel 