Complain about cleaning your house, and someone will point out how lucky you are to have the space.
Complain about washing dishes, and someone will point out that you’re fortunate not to go hungry.
Complain about the endless, back-breaking snow, and someone will tell you that there are places the parched land craves that moisture.
Complain about the price of gas, and someone will point out that you’re blessed to have a car.
Complain about being big and pregnant and uncomfortable, and someone (probably me– sorry) will point out that you’re lucky to still be pregnant and carrying to term.
Complain about your husband being out of town, and someone will tell you not to fuss– at least you have him and you know he’s safe.
Complain about laundry and, well, you know where this is going…
But here’s the thing.
I think it’s okay to complain.
I think it’s natural to sometimes feel dissatisfaction with your current state. Honestly, I think those feelings of occasional discontent just make the sweet moments even sweeter. I don’t truly believe that the woman fussing about doing dishes isn’t grateful for the food on her table. I think they can be separate things. I think you can KNOW you’re blessed and still not feel like doing a pesky task.
Now, I don’t think it’s healthy or good to dwell on it. I don’t think the focus should be on “woe is me” or endless strings of gripes.
But I’m here to say… if you need to complain for a moment and get it off your chest? I’m totally willing to listen. I don’t think that makes you an ungrateful soul. I think it’s just part of the ups and downs of human emotions.
(Anything you need to complain about today? I’m all ears. )