We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us. ~ Joseph Campbell
We had a snow storm overnight on Sunday into Monday. Well, it was actually a blizzard. I love when it snows (like last week), but anything over four inches . . . I’m not really down with that.
Ten inches in total this time.
I can’t complain though. I mean, I do live in Northeast Illinois, after all. It’s not like this type of weather is a surprise or anything. Although, the deep snow and cold arrived earlier than usual this year.
Today I’d rather complain about people who complain. Like I mentioned, if you live here, complaining about the weather will get you nowhere. It’s gonna happen. Go with the flow or . . . go.
Have you ever seen people who have what appears to be a fantastic life but they complain all the time? I know, I know, we don’t really know what’s going on in private, but what if it’s someone you’re really close to? Someone who knows a lot about you and vice versa. Like family or good friends. I know, we may not know everything. Still, I can’t help but wonder why they are ungrateful.
I do not have the life I thought I’d be living, but I’ve accepted the life that is before me, and I count my blessings.
I watch people who have not one single health issue, beautiful healthy children (in some cases, grandchildren too), big homes, three cars, every new technology that comes out, yet they complain, complain and complain some more. I’m not talking about occasionally feeling stressed from a bombardment of responsibility. I’m talking down right unpleasant-to-be-around crabbiness.
We even see angry celebrities who have millions of dollars complain about the world, without doing something about it themselves.
More recently, I’m hearing people gripe about Christmas. Really? I guess the meaning of the classic story, A Christmas Carol (Scrooge) didn’t make an impact on them.
When we lived far away from family and friends for two and a half decades, the grouches of society told me I was lucky. I didn’t like the distance. Sometimes it got me down, but I hope my behavior didn’t look ugly. I used to allow myself some time to feel down, but then I tried to refocus on my blessings.
Oh sure, I used to take issue with living in Florida heat, even posted about it on occasion, but I tried to be light-hearted about it. I mean, my life could’ve been so much worse. I have two legs, two hands, and a thinking mind, all things to be grateful for.
When we had moved away, much of what I held dear was taken from me for reasons beyond my control. Now that some of it has been restored, I’m sometimes overwhelmed with joy and gratitude. Maybe I shouldn’t be so hard on the complainers, since after my experience, it appears that old cliché is true, we don’t know what we’ve got until it’s gone.
P.S. Update: Refrigerator still not working. The good news is, my back porch can be used as a refrigerator.