And it's not just what we do, but it's how we do it, what we say both out loud and to ourselves. Grumbling and complaining is exhausting. It's exhausting! To my dismay, I find it's a habitual go-to for me more often than I'd care to admit, and really, it's not only tiring on this end, but, man, those poor souls who have to listen? Or worse, they have to listen AND do the work too? Well, that's just all kinds of wasted energy, not to mention not doing much to endear you to your little community.
Even if we manage to keep our mouths shut, that sticky negative mess leaks into our brains, becoming an immobilizing mantra, dragging our limbs and our attention down until we resent even getting up in the morning, even saying the 'yes' that got us here in the first place.
More and more, I'm coming to realize it's all about the story we tell. Yes, the one we broadcast, but really, it's the story we tell ourselves that counts. You may think you hide it well, this dark syrupy well of chronic dissatisfaction, but you don't. It's visible, whether you catch your unguarded moments or not. Our brains are not watertight, and man, given the chance, does that junk flow.