Thanks to blogger Friko for her mention on her blog of my 21-day fast from complaining. She included in her recent post a comment she had left on my post then proceeded to share a sparkling take on verbal communication that may or may not qualify as complaining, from moaning to protesting. And that included my favorite, her “complaining-in-advance” strategy.
As usual she articulated her thoughts with precision and with details of behavior that we have all observed in ourselves and in others. I savored her subtle humor even as her words nudged my brain cells and started me pondering the questions her prose raised. Her readers also launched a lively discussion via comments.
In her comment on my post, she said, in part, “I love raving and ranting and complaining. It lets off steam and afterwards I can get back to admiring the sunny side of life.”
I like how she closed her post, “Personally, I am in favour of moaning a little less and doing a bit more of the protesting, and not just for lent.”
I hope she doesn’t give up her rants, though. They are entertaining, thought provoking and often include observations delivered through a prism of self-deprecating humor. If you have not discovered her blog it is Friko’s World here.
Oh, and I am still working on that “complaint-free” status. In the wake of Friko’s post and in the interest of full disclosure, though, I have to say I have three dear friends who provide an outlet for my venting (I am afraid venting is a euphemism for complaining.).
All three are younger than I am, have faced major hurdles of loss and pain and emerged better not bitter, strong women of faith. One is a relative; two are walking buddies.
Our interaction is usually one to one, and the effect that each of these ladies has on me amazes me. If I start a conversation with a grumble, it is usually about something shallow, one of life’s minor irritations. Sometimes they offer practical suggestions. Other times they just listen or join in for a mutual grumble.
The big stuff is a matter of faith and not as likely to be fodder for my complaining. I am usually confident it is being taken care of. They do, however, never discourage me from recounting experiences in the progression of a major challenge, and I regularly tap into the healing comfort of their compassionate listening.
But whether our conversations begin with major or minor topics, they often somehow morph into hilarity. Whole-body laughter is such a blessing, and these ladies definitely deliver blessings.