It’s so easy to complain.
Especially when I’m behind the wheel of the car.
I just want to get there in one piece, on time and in the most efficient manner. The latter is difficult here in Savannah. If you need to go to Southside Savannah there is really only two ways in and two ways out.
I usually leave early enough to get there, but coming home, I just want to get home.
Then the obstacles set in.
Someone driving too slow, too close; and almost everywhere I look people are driving while looking at their cell phone.
I can complain about it being too hot; too cold; too windy; too dark too early.
And let’s not forget about the house always needing to be cleaned; the dogs needing attention, and the insufferable question, what’s for dinner?
The list goes on and on.
I try not to complain too much, but it comes out anyway.
Until I started actually paying attention, I didn’t really realize how MUCH complaining was going on.
So, here is what I’m doing to make an intentional effort to end the complaining. (At least hit the brakes and make a nice skid mark along the way before I get too far into a complaint.)