This post was written last week but never posted due to strep throat. Due to that same ailment and a lovely weekend away, I have no other post ready to go…so I figured I’d post this rant….
Today I was lamenting about my 7am flight on Thursday. Oh woe is me, I have to leave the house by 5:45am. Oh how terrible. And then I realized…SHUT THE CRAP UP! I am going on a trip. With my friend. To a beautiful resort in Sedona, Arizona. Who the crap am I to complain about my flight time? I suck.
And then of course that got me onto a mental rant about complaining. I have ranted about this before, but here we go again. I know of sooooo many people who complain about their jobs. I get it. Long hours suck, hard work kind of sucks – or for the SAHM, a hard working husband can be a challenge. But here’s the thing…very few people have jobs they truly love. I have found that most people fall into one of two categories, they either love their work, or they tolerate their work because it allows them to enjoy their hobbies.
I am not saying I don’t complain. I do get frustrated when RBB is working extra hours or is stressed or whatever, but his job allows us to do the things that we love. His job affords us the ability for him to play music (his passion) and for us to travel and do the other things we love, you know, like eat.
So if you hate your job you have to decide what that really means. If you are miserable and it is keeping you from enjoying anything else in your life, then maybe make a change. I have a friend who hates her job, so she is putting on her entrepreneurial thinking cap and seeing what she can do. I know not everyone can do that, some people need to keep the job they have. I totally get that. But does complaining about it make it any better? Or does it just allow your work unhappiness to seep into the other aspects of your life?
I am not at all saying I don’t complain. I do. About my work, RBB’s work and a host of other things. But I am working on it. I am trying to compartmentalize it so that the things that bug me don’t cloud the things that I love. I look at people like Becky, and the smile on her face. The way she is making life work right now. Caring for her daughter, for her son, her home, her marriage. Seriously, if she can remain upbeat and positive then I can certainly shut the hell up about RBB working some extra hours, and clearly need to not bitch about my 7am flight.