It’s been a rough few weeks. Ding! Lightbulb going off. Maybe it’d make for a great “purge” if I posted about all that’s been peeving me of late.
That, however, proves rather negative. Who needs a picklepuss? Not I, though I, indeed, am same. We should always be grateful for the good things we have in our lives; it makes for a better headspace. Yes?
That got me to thinking: why not release [purge] the annoyances and hindrances while, on the flipside, offering thanks for the very things that prove trials and tribulations?
So, being a transparent kind of gal who has no qualms about baring her soul, here are my idiosyncratic whinges—and subsequent praises—in no particular order:
Whinge: I’m 30 years old in my head; the mirror’s telling me different.
Praise: I’m wiser/maturer and have much to share (and I can always go for nips and tucks).
Whinge: I’ve grown beyond weary of the day job and all the little fires that need to be continually stamped out.
Praise: It pays the bills, takes care of trips (and may pay for aforementioned nips and tucks).
Whinge: I’ve no desire to remain living in this country.
Praise: I’m not living in a war-torn and/or dictator-ruled country.
Whinge: I’m worried I’ll never become a well-known/successful writer.
Praise: I’m good at what I do, so I’m grateful I have the imagination—and talent—to write. It’s merely a question of being in the right place at the right time … learning to network and promote myself accordingly … and sell my soul. 😉
Whinge: The state of the world—selfishness, stupidity, squabbling, skirmishing—is beyond depressing.
Praise: As long as hope and faith, prayer and persistence, exist, things can change.
Whinge: I’m angry losing 20 years of my life taking care of a self-absorbed mother who never had one good word to say about anyone.
Praise: As tough a road as that was, I’ve grown/developed, have the ability to view/assess things from various perspectives, understand, respect, and apply appropriate boundaries … and take no one for granted.
That, my friends, is the juncture I find myself currently at. A rough patch, indeed, but as sure as the sun rises in the east, it’ll pass, and all will prove bright and cheery once again.
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