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Enjoy the Breeze

The sun is shining. the breeze is blowing. It’s a gorgeous fall day where I’m at.

When I walk outside on a pretty day, I have a choice. I can enjoy the breeze blowing in my hair and the warmth of the sun shining on my face, or I can complain about the bugs and the dust. It’s easier to say something isn’t right, to say that it’s broken, it’s too hot or too cold, than to just enjoy the day. Why is that? Are we afraid of just enjoying life? It could be. There’s a deeply ingrained superstition that says if say things are going well then you are jinxing it and it will now mess up.

Also in America if you don’t appear to be working hard, if life isn’t a struggle, you are thought to be lazy. Don’t believe me? When was the last time you heard someone say they had enough sleep? Or enough money? The only time I ever hear people talk of too much of something is when they are complaining about the weather or their work load. The great status symbol of being a hard worker. Appearing to be able to handle something makes you look lazy. The unhurried, unruffled commuter is a rare sight.

I know people who can take the simplest jobs and make them look colossally difficult. What would take one person 30 minutes will take the harried worker 3 hours. And woe is me, the stress.

We have to stop this. I have to stop this. Yes, I even catch myself doing it. The people who get attention and sympathy are the ones who complain the most. The squeaky wheel gets the grease. When I was in my 20s I’d listen to people moan about their lives. How difficult it was to walk in their shoes. Most of the time I pretended that things were easy even if they weren’t because I didn’t want to be considered incompetent. And it’s possible my life was easy compared to theirs. But I had kids, taught volunteer classes, worked, moved 5 times, got divorced and continued living. Looking back now with some perspective I realize, no, their life wasn’t super difficult. It was just them. They needed people to feel sorry for them, or think of them as capable, strong people. They had to toot their own horn a bit.

My choice is to make a fuss, complain, moan, and gripe or I can enjoy my life as it is. Mostly life isn’t that difficult. We make it complicated.  I don’t need to seem important. I only came here to enjoy the breeze.

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