WARNING: On My Soapbox about Complainers!

Yes, I am writing a post to complain about complainers...logical, right?  Seriously, though, I don't understand why some people feel the need to pick out the negative about every single experience in life.  You know the ones I am talking about...they gripe about their job (when there are tons of people that don't have one), they complain about their free time (when there are people who wish they could afford to have "free" time), they complain about their families (when there are people who just wish they had a family), they complain about their co-workers/bosses (when, again, there are people who just wish they had a job!), they complain about how tired they are (when there are people who have responsibilities 24/7 that keep going without complaint!)...the list could go on and on. 

Not to say that everyone doesn't complain sometimes, but there are some souls that seem stuck in the mire of negativity so much that they miss out on life.  They seem to be determined to get caught in the victim mentality which they allow to rob them of so much.  It is a shame that they can find the tiny nugget to complain about but they miss the huge boulder of joy sitting right in front of them.

.....climbing off my soapbox now.....complaint ended.

Don't be an OMG (Old Mean Girl)

Mean girls…are you one?  You know what I am talking about if you have ever traversed the rivers of the middle & high school season of life.  I like to believe that most mean girls mature out of that phase of life and develop sensitivity towards others and just stop being mean…but as I was reminded of recently it doesn’t always happen that way.  Unfortunately, some mean girls don’t stay in Middle or High School; sometimes they graduate and develop into UBER mean girls or as I like to call them Old Mean Girls (OMGs.)    I found myself super frustrated at some friends recently when I saw their OMGs  come roaring  to life, and I just didn't see it coming.   It wasn’t directed at me but it broke my heart to see otherwise lovely ladies stoop to this level.  Now I am rethinking a friendship or two.  I am sure I had my moments of being a mean girl at some point or another as a young person, and I have also been on the receiving end of my fair share of mean girlness, but somewhere along the line I walked away from that pettiness, meanness and just total waste of time (several decades ago as a matter of fact).  I don’t want to rear children who are like that and I know I don’t want to be that person. I don’t want to tear others to shreds with my words or actions, just because I can.  Life is too precious, people too special, and friends too rare.  Why, do this? 

Don’t be an OMG!

You are now returned to your regularly scheduled program while I climb down off my soapbox!