even need butter. WOW!!!
We seriously thought we were dreaming, it all seemed so surreal. We wined and dined and got a good night’s sleep. But the pickpocket persisted, complaining over the minor inconvenience of not enough washcloths in our room, even after requesting them, and pretty much having to call for them every day. The bottom line is, if the complaint pickpocket is ever-present in paradise, how much more in everyday life?
I am by nature not a complainer, but hearing complaints in the middle of paradise certainly revealed how much thought and energy is wasted on sweating the small stuff.
Did your parents ever utter the words; “Stop crying or I’ll give you something to cry about?” While that is not the best line of discipline, there is profound truth in it. How many times have I stood in the midst of dissatisfaction reacting either behaviorally or emotionally to something that amounts to nothing? And every single time, complaining is pickpocketing my joy, my fullest experience, no matter where I’m at.
Please don’t misunderstand me to be saying that we shouldn’t voice our feelings or recognize that a situation might be causing some discomfort or inconvenience or even ill treatment. It’s when we react to the situation with indignation that, how dare this be happening? That’s when you become oblivious to the pickpocket and