Day 74

Day 74: Real Time
Day 1: 21 Day Complaint Free Journey


Yep. Day 1 again.

And I’m not even upset about it. Certainly not COMPLAINING about it, either!

I sat in the predawn silence this morning, waiting for the sun to even think about rising, and considered how much I was going to tattle on myself today.

Heck…let’s be honest. I even considered not telling on myself at all.

How would you know? Who else would whisper in your ear that I had slipped…just a tiny slip….yesterday, and in effect “spoil” my recent success on my way to 21 days complaint free?

The answer is that this journal is for me, not you. I’m sharing my trials with you in order to keep me honest, accountable to the one I have to look at in the mirror every morning. I am honored that many of you have taken me by the hand and are walking with me every step of the way. And it’s turning out to be a very long way, isn't it?

The details that have caused me to return to the starting post aren’t unique in any way. The sporting goods store wasn’t where the map indicated it was. I drove up and down the designated street on the other side of the bridge looking for it, back and forth, here and there. My cell phone had been forgotten and was back at home, laughing at me, I’m sure, a device that has taken on almost superhuman powers for most of us. I never found the store, didn’t get the item that was only on sale one more day, it was HOT, and I was….well, let’s just say a tad irritated. You have faced hundreds of similar situations yourself, just insert your own details, and there you go.

I was alone, but simply had to lambaste the mapmakers, the store employees, the store ownership, the bridge, the makers of the road that was so crowded at that time of day, the heat, the storm that was approaching…you name it, I threw it in the pot of complaint stew to the next people that presented themselves in my space.

BUT….the tirade didn’t last as long as it would have even a month ago. I didn’t carry on until I started to hyperventilate like I used to. I only “shared” the story once.

I’m getting better. I really am. I’m happy with my progress and I do understand that this journey is for life. Literally….my life. A better one than I’ve had in the recent past.

And that’s worth being honest about, don’t you think? I hope you’re not upset with me, hope that you won’t abandon me. I need all the sympathetic hands to hold that I can get.

Both today, Day 1, and tomorrow, whatever number that turns out to be.