One of my biggest pet peeve, which has only gotten bigger since I took on this daily reframing practice, is complaining. Of course, we all do it, and it may actually serve some evolutionary process in us, which encourages the sharing of feelings. Voicing them, including our discontent, may begin a dialog with ourselves that spurs change or even causes us to grow faster than we’d previously thought possible.
It’s the over complaining I can’t abide these days, or saying that things suck once, but circling back to them again and again, as if talking about it endlessly will make it better. I have friends who use other friends, and even forums on Facebook, as online therapy sessions. I know people who say that life is great, and then go into a litany of why it isn’t. And I know people who seem to need to throw obstacles in their own path so I guess they have more things to complain about? Not sure about that last one.
It got me thinking about how even the best of us can fall into these unconscious patterns of thought and behavior. So today, whenever I found myself veering into that territory, I caught myself, and brought my thoughts back to the present moment. Then I consciously said, “There’s nothing wrong with my life.”
When I dropped a dish and it smashed on the floor, I told myself there was nothing wrong with my life.
When I had to spend a good portion of the day doing boring bookkeeping and bill paying, I reminded myself that there’s nothing wrong with my life.
And when I went to the gym when I was tired, and really wanted to take a nap, I thanked whatever twisted divine power watches over me — for my life and health, for my body, which works pretty damn well, and for the chance to be able to go the gym. I watched ESPN and pedaled my ass off on the stationary bike and lamented that for me, baseball season is over. But there’s still nothing wrong with my life.