So why was I on the phone today, catching up with an old friend and mostly complaining? Complaining about work, the city, day to day life, my own anxiety. I hung up the phone and thought what the hell was that?
Sure, the things I talked about were very real challenges for me. I certainly don’t want to be disingenuous and paint some perfect picture when life is a mixed bag. But why is it so hard to talk about the good things? Why is it so much easier to complain to my friends then it is to talk about how happy I am?
The Farida I like best is the one who sings, skips, and dances all day. She’s sunny and funny. That Farida has been around a lot more lately. Which means despite the many challenges and things to figure out in my life, I’m pretty damn good.
Last week on Instagram I saw this post:
I’ve decided that I’m going to try again starting tomorrow. For three days I’m not going to complain at all. My goal is to catch the complaints when they’re still just bitchy, whiny little thoughts floating around in my head.
So I’m off to an early bed…I figure getting some extra sleeps will make day one much easier.
*Gala Darling is an author and blogger who focuses on female empowerment.