"Oh! I'm so stressed!"
"Oh, I have to get up at 5 a.m.! For the 24th day in a row!"
"Oh, I have to work through my favorite Olympic events so I can finish a paper!"
"Oh, I'm so tired of hearing myself talk and complain."
I'm giving up complaining for Lent. I was going to give up wine (what WAS I thinking?!). But I did decide to give up whine. Whining is not helping anyone and it's making me feel like crap.
So I've decided to stop whining. And keep wining. In moderation, of course.
We found this little liquor store that actually ended up having a stellar wine selection. We don't have a cellar but I've found that having a full wine fridge is a step in the right direction. Wine makes me slow down. I take better notice of my breathing and overall existence. It slows my pace after a frenetic week and a glass of wine on a Friday night makes me melt back into a human being.
Then again, so does tea. We've become fanatics of Teavana. I really like the strawberrry lemonade and peach tranquility. Just a little while ago, Jack made a Samauri chai in the ol' teapot. It smelled like holidays, with the cinnamon and chai smells.
But Jack ambled into the living room and proclaimed that the tea tasted like clowns.
I choked back a chuckle- "as in, Stephen King's clowns?"
Oh, Jack.
I came home tonight to a big present from a nun I used to work with (and for). It just felt special to get a present at home from a nun. Aren't I the one who should be buying the nuns presents? Whoops.
Presents and cooked clowns. The life we live....
This last weekend, we went to visit Vera and Mr. Vera in Chicago. I hadn't been up to Chicago since November. The whole time we drove up the interstate, I sang in my head (okay, and out loud), "Sweet Home Chicago." Even though we have lived in Indianapolis for a year, I still feel more at home in Chicago. And I'm from SB. We've moved so many times that I'm not always sure WHERE I feel at home most. On the way home back to Indy last night, Jack and I reflected on this. The only constant in our lives has been change. I'd kinda like to have a regular home for a while. At least a year.
But we fell right back into our old routine in Chicago. Excellent food, stellar wine [more wine! What did you expect from me when I've been working 75 hours a week?!], and even more stellar friends. Life is so much better when you have awesome friends.
Friends are family that you choose.
Friends like these get you through the crap life throws your way. The Joint Commission is at work this week and today was probably the only day I didn't need tennis shoes with my suit. Tomorrow and Wednesday will be nuts as I escort surveyors around the campuses. Oh, fun.
[See, I'm going to have to work on this whole not whining thing!]
Long story short, I am trying to look at the proverbial bright side. Instead of complaining that my beach house has 178 steps I have to climb, I should be grateful that I even have a beach house. Kind of a wanky metaphor, but instead of complaining how hard my life is, I'm trying to rejoice in the opportunities and learning experiences I have each day.
No whining. Just wining.
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