At a recent birthday party in March I was talking to one of the guests that was there. He was saying he had been traveling for work lately and was talking about what a pain it was too have to fly everywhere just to go and work in a dark room for a few hours and then fly home. He even complained about the length of the flight to the Bahamas and how he didn't get to do anything but I did something then take the long flight home.
What is it with all of the complaining? I admit that I've done my share of complaining but have learned the benefits of not complaining over the years. I even read some articles recently on how complaining rewires our brains so that we are more comfortable complaining about things rather than enjoying life.
The people that helped make the United States of America great probably didn't complain a whole lot. They saw the way things were clearly instead of through jaded lenses, chose something they wanted to work on, then got to work making it fit what they were trying to accomplish.
And now here I am complaining about complaining...
