The biggest whinge in my life is that I’m too busy. If you’ve visited here before you probably already know that. It seems to crop up in my writing – A LOT. I know I need to change that and be more accepting of my life – exactly as it is. I have some much to be happy about and yet if I’m not careful ….. Whinge. Whinge. Whinge.
Let’s be real, life is busy. I have a job, three growing active and social girls and a husband who likes to travel. See my problem – my life sucks. And to top it off I’m relatively healthy, have enough money to do all the things I need to do and live in a nice area in the country. Yep, it really is that bad.
So, why am I so full of whinge?
Time. That’s what I’d put it down to. There never seems to be enough of the stuff for me to do all I need to do – let alone what I want to do. To write (I’m writing in the car as I wait for my middle child to finish her netball training session), to read, take photos, grow flowers, plan and ponder. To indulge in the things that make me feel alive and make me who I am. Why can’t I be the type of person who loves to cook, drive kids around and make money? See what I mean …. Whinge. Whinge. Whinge.
Right now I’m feeling the sense that it’s time to grow up and stop with the whinging. I am a reasonably responsible adult. I can make choices and live with them. I don’t need to whinge like a kid dragged from a sugar-filled birthday party just because I’m not
getting my own way
getting to do the things I love. I can make choices that better reflect my life and be responsible for the ones I’ve already made. Surely, I can.
And you know what else I can do? I can learn to make choices that take into consideration my own needs. I think the root of ‘all the whinge’ is in the fact that I don’t do that. I really struggle to make choices that put me first. There was a strong voice in my childhood that made me believe it was selfish to consider your own needs. Selfish and bad. Decisions are only ‘good’ if they are based on the needs of others. And I’ve never grown past that voice. It seems to have stunted my ability to set boundaries that protect my needs and apparently left me whinging out the anger that has created. Time for that to change. I’ve always known in my head that a grown-up human takes care of their own needs – it’s just taken a bit longer for my heart to catch up.
Do you too have things you repeatedly whinge about?
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