Yesterday I was at an event where I met a woman who liked to complain.
She liked to complain a lot.
She was wealthy, in good health, and from where I was sitting, seemed to have a pretty good set-up. (Read: I wanted to smack her). Part of me sorta wished she had some some secretly horrific thing going on deep down that would warrant her to behave so dreadfully and complain so repeatedly, but, perhaps that says more about me than it does about her.
Sometimes we (and by we I mean me) need a reminder to keep our act together. Nobody gets to determine my happiness but me. There are very few things I can control in this world, but not being ‘That Woman’ who complains too much at parties is one of them.
So that’s what I’m working on right now. Not complaining.
And, when all else fails, I can rely on a helping hand from Bing and Rosemary.
Raise your hand if I just gave you Christmas spirit in June.