I bumped into a friend at the shops, I greeted her with my big ‘showtime’ smile as I attempted to restrain my complaining whine.
I politely listened to her, all the while itching to dive into the conversation with my current ‘whoaaaaa is me’ routine.
I could feel it rising, then whoosh, out it came like a tidal wave, decimating all the joy, happiness and lighthearted banter we would usually share.
You see I have had my complain on a lot lately, it has been building momentum for several months. What started out as a small, niggly issue slowly became a ginormous hole in my pool of bliss, leaking cheer out of my life at an ever-increasing rate.
It became easy to complain, I would find a sympathetic ear and splay out all my problems.
They felt sorry for me, I felt sorry for me and I would wander off and prepare to hit repeat and do it all again.
The whingey whine in full swing, had become as much a habit as a choice.
It had become easier to keep complaining than to actually tackle my problem.
My complaining had turned me into a victim and my inaction was keeping me stuck. Ever so slowly I was sinking deeper and deeper into the well of muck.
The passivity so heavy it was weighing me down as I stubbornly dragged my sack of complaints with me each day.
It was a feeling I did not enjoy and I knew the only way out was to embrace choice and take action, any action.
Finally I had had enough, I grabbed my journal and I wrote every single whinge, whine and complaint down. I let it all hang out.
I then wrote across the top of a clean fresh page So Karen, what can you do about that? and then I wrote with wild crazy abandon, capturing every possible idea to pull me out of this muck.
Oh yeah I went nuts, this was now a big, chunky problem and it would need some big kahoonas to get out of.
On by one I am now researching, exploring and checking off all the potential solutions and I am taking action.
There are times when the complaining still seems easier. To sit back and ‘whoaaa me’ with no possibility of change, and yet I know I have a choice, we always have a choice.
This is our one amazing life and our greatest choice is to Live it Fabulously.
So tell me have you ever got stuck in the muck? How do you get out?