On Tuesday, I set out to see if I could not complain for an entire day.
I started strong. I even set an alarm with a little reminder.
But by 10 a.m., I was off the rails and deep into the complaining zone.
The experiment started because I couldn’t stop thinking about an interview we’d had on the Growing Bolder Radio Show (I’m an Executive Producer) with a guy named Will Bowen.
A short description of his message:
In 2006, Pastor Will Bowen challenged his congregation to live complaint-free for 21 days. That meant no griping, no moaning, no criticizing and no gossiping for three weeks.
That idea has sparked a global movement. Now, 10 million people in 106 countries are wearing his purple complaint free bracelets as a reminder to turn their negative attitudes around.
If they could do it for 21 days, I thought I could make it one single day. But no. Examples of times I either desperately wanted to complain or actually gave in and did complain:
- Lucas’ alarm kept going off and he just went back to sleep — why doesn’t he just wake up or set the alarm for the time he WILL get up???
- Come on — I have a sore throat and sniffly nose again? Why me? I have been sick twice in two months. Stupid daycare germs.
- Great. Now I spilled coffee all over my shirt and my kid. Do I need to change? Do I need to change her? She’s probably going to poop all over herself at school anyway.
- Why does pumping suck so much?
That was all in the early morning. Then, I somehow fell into the BLACK HOLE OF COMPLAINING for about an hour (a work project turned out to be more complicated than I thought).
Then back to the more minor whines:
- Why do I pack lunches that I don’t like to eat? I wish I could just eat Publix subs every day
- Oh, great. Traffic is backed up because some dummy ran out of gas and stalled in the middle of an intersection. I can’t be late to this meeting!
- I am so sick of cleaning my house. I sweep enough hair on a daily basis to create a new cat and a new dog.
I did a vlog at the end of the workday that kind of sums up how disappointed I am in myself for failing the challenge, but how it really did make me stop and think about my reaction to situations — some of them truly crappy and some just easy to bitch and moan about.