For those of you who have not had the pleasure of living in Australia or befriending Aussies, I must share with you one of their more endearing traits: they have very little tolerance for "whingers" (more usually stated as "bloody whingeing Poms" -- Poms being the acronym for "prisoners of the mother state," i.e., England). A whinger is simply a person who complains all the time.
My husbandbought this T-shirt for me last week during a short break in Napa --
I really wish the slogan weren't true, both for my liver and my personality's sake. But working as a litigator composing daily nasty-grams to opposing counsel coupled with being surrounded by OC housewives who take pride in being "high maintenance" hasn't exactly helped me become a nicer person. Oh, and I forgot to mention -- my blood type is B(e) Negative. So you could say it's a combination of hereditary and environmental factors that has made my personality somewhat difficult.
But that's no excuse for whingeing. And after my first two blog entries, one might easily write off this blog as just another forum for a cynical person to offload their daily complaints and grudges.
That is not my intention.
I learned today that one of my dear friends from junior high whom I've only recently reconnected with has just undergone open heart surgery -- quite shocking news for a 40ish woman who is slim and appears perfectly healthy.
Yet I am so thankful for her words posted on FaceBook today: "Pain is inevitable, misery is optional."
It is a powerful reminder.
So no more whingeing on this blog. My goal is to facilitate empowering conversations about challenges we face during transitions -- not to encourage (or indulge in) mere whining or whingeing.
But here's the more difficult part, and a challenge: I aim to live the next seven days without complaining about ANYTHING. It sounds easy, but I doubt that it will be. Heck, I doubt I've gone even a few hours lately without complaining about some little thing (my husband's housekeeping skills, the weather, the dog barking too much, the food I ordered, the economy, you name it).
Does anyone want to join me in this challenge? I promise to update you on all my goof-ups, but you don't have to tell me yours. I appreciate your comments and ideas ...