I would generally consider myself a positive person.  I’m usually quick to offer “cheer up old pal” words to those around me that seem a little down … or take myself on a walk when I’m frustrated.  Plus, I rarely - RARELY - yell, “oh shit, we’re all going to die!”  But this morning, a new definition of what it meant to be positive was glaring me in the face - quite literally, seeing as the TV always seems so very bright in the mornings.  Precious little Matt Laure brought a new topic to my life this morning when he interviewed a Reverend from the middle-of-nowhere.  Complaining drains on one’s happiness. 

What?!?!?!?  I know.

Until I really started to think about it, I would have claimed that I was not a constant complainer.  But then, Matt started to ramble examples off a long list of things people complain about on a daily basis. 

• Headaches.  Yes, saying “God, I have the W-O-R-S-T headache!” counts.

• Traffic. Well, I commute - so there’s just very little chance that I don’t yell [from the safety of inside my car] at someone in my path.

• Job.  I huff and puff all the time about this one. 

• Money.  I guess, I’m alright there - but I do find myself irritated by the cost of lunch lately.  Just me?  Really?

• Other people.  I’d be bearing false witness if I didn’t admit to holding my breath when a certain few people in my office cross my path. 

So, you get the idea.  The whole “non-complaint” movement asks people to wear these “reminder” bracelets, which I guess is a good means of … reminding them not to complain.  But, honestly all I could think about when I saw that thing was - ew, plastic bracelets are uncomfortable!

…I guess I have a long, long way to go…