“Complaining only makes the girl more tired,” I heard my grandma say one time about me.  I was an infamous complainer in my family.  I was hurt, and I knew that complaining wasn’t nice.  My mother told me I would have been the richest in our family had I received a nickel for every complaint out of my mouth.  So, hurt and actually napping a room away, I vowed to stop.  I didn’t like people not liking me for an action that can change.

Now grown up as a 23 year old can be and with a million complaints that could possibly be voiced, I’ve learned to make them positive.  For instance, I’m not too fond of the fact that I live with my parents BUT I consider it an opportunity to learn more about them and to earn money.  My father thanks me every day for being home.  He loves having me here.  One more and last example, I work off of the ailments of a teacher.  When they aren’t sick or just want to stay in school, I don’t work.  I need money, I can complain about this day and night (which I have, actually but I try to resist).  What do I do then?  I find productivity with the life around me.  I clean, I exercise, I write, I travel by foot to search for something I’ve never seen before.  In the end, it helps to keep me a happier and less pessimistic person.  And, I’m less fatigued from being positive rather than a pessimist.

Thanks, Grandma, for calling me out a room away.  I know you meant for me to hear.