Today I add to the things I haven't seen thru to the end.
My Top Ten List of Things I Dislike that I started on the last blog.
I began with number ten (Disney) and got thru to…well, number ten (Disney). Yeah, I disclosed a whopping one of the things I don't like—the things I wanted to complain about. The things I felt justified in complaining about. On the night I was fueled over some frustration to write such a list, I jotted down notes. I could go back and flesh out each point.
Arrogantly enough, I feel like it's a darn good list.
But the truth is I don't want to follow through. Most of us put our time and energy into the things that make us feel good. Even if those things are difficult, the payout is that we get a sense of well-being.
Complaining, dwelling on the negative, does not give me a sense of well-being. It drains me of one of my super powers—Joy. (Love and Hope are more resilient.)
My last post siphoned joy from my being.
To a degree, focusing on the positive is a pollyannic attitude in a world where injustices abound. Ignoring or remaining oblivious to what's going on serves no one. In fact, I'm grateful to people who are called to keep me apprised of injustices and wrong-doings that I might not naturally investigate on my own. Sometimes it takes me to a place where sorrow lives, where it feels dead-heavy in my bones.
Which is good and right.
And yet because Love and Hope abide in me, I don't stay there long. If I stayed there too long, which continued complaining through thought and words—both verbal and written—aids and abets, I'd never come back.
What good could I do then?
Speaking as a recreational hyperbolist, I realize I'm supersizing the problem of writing a negative top ten list. Regardless, it gets tallied on the unfinished side of the ledger.
Better it, I suppose, than my marriage to Sam.
All in Goodwill,~Lisa